Last week I had my first vacation, vacation since oh ... I can't remember when. Either my trip to New Orleans that was pre-Katrina, or my family's last trip to the Outer Banks maybe four years ago.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
After I washed the mud off from the previous day's arts and crafting, my sister and I went to the West Virginia State Capitol grounds.
Fun Fact: While growing up in Charleston, WV, my family would often go to the state capitol grounds. I must have seen enough because I've never been to another one. I lived in Raleigh, NC for almost three years I never saw the NC state capitol. Never even drove by. Ditto for the OH state capitol for the six years I've lived in Columbus. Maybe that should be one of my summer places to go. Anybody know where it is? Want to come with me?
The first thing we did was escape the rain (Rain, Rain, Go Away!) into the WV Cultural Center where we poked around and I covertly took pictures of some of the coolest quilts I have ever seen! It makes me want to learn to sew. Because, you know, I don't have enough going on.
During a brief rain lull, we made our way to the capitol building. Here Senior Democratic Senator Robert C. Byrd and I reenact a scene from E.T.
Finally there was a wee bit o' sunshine and we got to walk around the grounds. The magnolia trees were in bloom, and it dawned on me...I don't think we have magnolia trees in Ohio. Do we? I can't recall ever seeing one here. They are my absolutely my favorite, and I'd completely forgotten about them.
Over the Fourth of July weekend, I visited my fambly in West Virginia.
One of the things I, personally, looked forward to do over the holiday was visit the Mountain State Art & Craft Fair. And I brought my mom and sister along. Did they particularly want to come? Who cares! It's amazingly easy how fast "me" turns into "we".
One of the things I, personally, did not want to do was spend my vacation trudging through the mud and rain. But evidently I do not control the weather.
There was tons to see and buy and eat (and eat and eat) but surprisingly little in the fiber fields. Or perhaps I've just been to too many fiber festivals that leave me with skewed expectations.
You'll notice there is no picture of me fondling yarn or a final yarn line-up after purchase. "Why?" one might ask. "Were you ill?" Well no, I wasn't. It just seemed like the little old ladies got the last laugh.
While holding a hank of particularly pretty greeny-yellow wool, and trying to decide if I should buy one or two, I hear a raspy, old lady voice off to my side, "Well, maybe I should buy her the green since that's the color she has in her living room." And she takes the hank out of my hand - Out! Of! My! Hand! - and walks off. She walks off!
And you might wonder, "Why did you not throw this old lady yarn stealer to the ground and take it back?" Because generally that would be my first reaction. But see, my mom was right there. And there were so many other pretty yarns, and sometimes you just have to let the old lady walk away, you know? But the yarn buying mood had passed. My mom did score some lovely, just lovely, golden merino that I somehow failed to take a picture of. Perhaps she'll put it on her Ravelry page?
(Mom, now you'll have to update your Ravelry page because everyone will be coming to see. Well, everyone being about three people. One of which is you.)