Second stop was a place where I had trouble remembering the name. I still can’t remember, and will edit it in later. I do though remember it was in Battle Ground, WA (don’t get too homesick Nanna Jamma). Super-size-me photos on a slide-show here for flickr peeps.
A cute little “shop” with folk artsy goodies. Karen picking out for each of us a darling felt pendant with a cute Halloween critter on it to remeber our fun day together. I could have gone to town in here. Actually, I did. I had an armful of stuff to buy, got the counter… and the didn’t take debit/plastic (oh well, I was tightening the belt anyway). Paula and I both did manage to get some adorable little fabric pumpkins (I see pumpkin making in our future).
And THIS is what brought me to my knees and prompted a 100+ photographs. Amanda, you better sit down - hope you didn’t get a new barn yet.
I. LOVE. THIS.
I took 100’s of photos to show my carpenter - for him to draft up a work order (aka my hubby and a honey-do list). I would LOVE to have this little sanctuary in my yard. I could envision so clearly friends coming over… having tea (or margaritas), stitching, yacking. Just being together hanging out and having respite, creativity, laughter, and of course… snacks.
Next stop… Beyond The Garden Gate, also in Battle Ground. Impressed with myself for remembering the name… I got lucky and captured the sign in one of my photos. The highlight of this stop was nature’s wonders and farmishy stuff on the property. LOOK at this tree!!! I ’bout drove off the side of the road when I first saw it (shhh… don’t tell that to Robin).
New stuff inside to buy, but I’m more into vintage pre-loved stuff or handmade. I did like their window box with the pumpkins (the mint green star on The Juice, not so much). Something else to put on my “work-order”. I see a trip to Lowes in
my hubby’s future. Okay, okay… I love the star too, and want it on the side of my one-day barn sanctuary. And painted in aqua.
After our vintagepalooza through Battle Ground, off to lunch we went. For dessert we went to Kalama for antiquing and scored, scored, scored. If you’re ever traveling up the I-5 between Portland and Seattle, and you love antique shopping… Kalama is a great little town with many little stores to choose from. The locals here call it “ka-LAM-a”. But I know better and refuse to buckle to inaccurate pronunciation… it’s “ka LA ma” when I comes from my mouth, mahalo very much.
And before we knew it… it was time for dinner, and even more fun was had. And then it was time to make the trek back to the coast. I got home just after 10pm… and off to bed I went, dreaming of the magical day with the best friends ever… while sugar plumbs and little barn sanctuaries danced in my head.