Saturdays off are woefully predictable for me, y’all. They generally involve: coffee, laundry, free cooking demo at a local restaurant (attending, not teaching ha!), laundry, t.v./reading, sermon editing. It was high time for a change, and so Ali, Hayden and I hopped in my lil’ red bug at 7:30 a.m. last Saturday morning for a road trip to Asheville to meet up with Erin and enjoy a bit of hipster charm (no, that is not a contradiction in terms). Hayden enjoyed the ride perched on Ali’s lap, and even plopped his little head on her hand. Such a flirt.
Here is a random accidental picture. I don’t know what it was, but I kind of like it. (Note to self, one should not take pictures while driving!)
Here is a shot Ali got of the lovely mountains. It was quite a drive (bit over 3.5 hours) but well worth it just for the sight of the Blue Ridge Mountains. (And yes, I unfortunately did keep exclaiming, “Mountains, Gandalf!” the whole time. I am too cool.)
We reached a very drippy Asheville and enjoyed wandering through shops and bookstores.
The first place we went in was Hayden’s favorite…a bakery just for dogs. Amazing. He got a little treat and I also bought him a fetching purple harness collar, so as not to choke that precious little neck every time he pulls towards, oh, the next tree. I think he really likes it.
Drip, drip, drip.
Ali and Erin with their umbrella chic-ness. We had lunch at a wonderful restaurant with outdoor covered/heated (it was a bit chilly) seating where Hayden could sit and watch me devour some phenomenal eggs benedict. Poor tortured pooch. But all the attention he received from strangers made up for it.
My purchase on our jaunt (other than Hayden’s collar and a not-to-be-disclosed-here gift for my Sista) was this amazing upcycled (old materials used in a new way) mail bag purse. It’s as quirky as Asheville and smells a bit like a Mexican market, which I kind of like.
All in all, ’twas a swell trip to Asheville, and well worth the very sleepy state I found myself in at 6:30 Sunday morning when my alarm went off. Perhaps breaking the Saturday routine isn’t such a bad idea. Though necessity dictates that I do, somewhere, squeeze in time for laundry.