☆ HAPPY SATURDAY☆
Old Town--a collection of wooden buildings, aching from years and years of use. Hosts the farmer's market on Saturdays. Hosts tourists and locals every day of the week.
It's right next to City Hall, tucked off to the side of the freeway. It's known for its busy main street, filled with scattered pedestrians trying to run across unofficial crossings as they hop from store to store. When I was younger I stepped into the cool darkness of the Old Town Theatre, where I watched the Mikado.
Old Town tastes like water mist, like California's drought, like age and antiquity and of lifetimes past.
It also tastes like Samoa-flavored cupcakes.
We started off our day at Marie Callender's. My mum was in the mood for something to wake her up, and after chatting with me & the sisters (save for Westy Bird, who's up at Humboldt), we decided on the classic restaurant for some breakfast.
Choosing a booth, of course, we slid into red seats and took a look at the menu. Mom ordered decaf, Hanna chose milk & a glass of water, Joys wanted orange juice (which is apparently delicious), and I chose some nice hot chocolate.
Then we all took out our ipods for picture-taking. Hanna takes photos based on monochromatic themes. Joys takes them for documentation. Mom takes them for Facebook uploads for our relatives in Mexico. I took them to blog & scrapbook.
Once we got our cupcakes I finally found the antique store I was looking for (at long last).
Cheryl's Antiques is my favorite antique store. It's got a cute wrap around porch and although it's tiny, it hosts a lovely postcard collection. When I was in there last time, someone had recently donated a 500+ year old bible, and I got to touch it. (it was amazing)
Suffice to say, I've got lovely memories in there. So I wanted to start my used postcard collection. Since I love looking at other people's postcards, what better way to start my collection than from a place that's only given me fond memories?
The owner's absolutely lovely, and I wandered around the store before I picked a postcard of Lake Powell. I'll address the postcard in a different post, but it was caught my sister's attention first since it had the same color scheme as Halsey's newest album. After a minute or two, I finally decided to take it.
And you know what?
After a few moments of chatting with me & my sister, he gave it to us for free.
My face asked why.
And you know what he said?
"Because sometimes you're just blessed."
Love,
Dianne
It's right next to City Hall, tucked off to the side of the freeway. It's known for its busy main street, filled with scattered pedestrians trying to run across unofficial crossings as they hop from store to store. When I was younger I stepped into the cool darkness of the Old Town Theatre, where I watched the Mikado.
Old Town tastes like water mist, like California's drought, like age and antiquity and of lifetimes past.
It also tastes like Samoa-flavored cupcakes.
We started off our day at Marie Callender's. My mum was in the mood for something to wake her up, and after chatting with me & the sisters (save for Westy Bird, who's up at Humboldt), we decided on the classic restaurant for some breakfast.
Choosing a booth, of course, we slid into red seats and took a look at the menu. Mom ordered decaf, Hanna chose milk & a glass of water, Joys wanted orange juice (which is apparently delicious), and I chose some nice hot chocolate.
Then we all took out our ipods for picture-taking. Hanna takes photos based on monochromatic themes. Joys takes them for documentation. Mom takes them for Facebook uploads for our relatives in Mexico. I took them to blog & scrapbook.
{I don't like prawns but. It's a lovely sign.}
We ordered our food, received the all-time delicious bread, the blueberry banana loaf. I actually recognized our server--she was one of my former classmates. She was very nice, of course! Don't know if she remembered me, though (that's all right, I was always quiet and out of the way in school, lmao).
{The interior design was soooo cute.}
We received our drinks first, and everyone was eyeing my hot chocolate's whipped cream as soon as we saw it. Whipped cream never lets us down, and whenever I have whipped cream on something, I always take a ceremonial scoop of it with my straw--it's tradition, for me. Same thing with my green tea frappuccino.
{The glass was heavy but it was warm and nice.
And it tasted so good. Love that chocolate. Love it.}
I ordered Old-Fashioned French Toast with a side of hash browns. It was so good. Cinnamon, nutmeg, syrup all over--love is truly in the air when you taste the nicest comfort food. Sadly, I never got any picture of it.
After Marie's, we went straight to Old Town, where we went through the slow hum of the traffic until we slipped behind the buildings and found some parking by the Children's Museum. A nice bridge welcomed us to the parking, not that we ever actually went on it.
After Marie's, we went straight to Old Town, where we went through the slow hum of the traffic until we slipped behind the buildings and found some parking by the Children's Museum. A nice bridge welcomed us to the parking, not that we ever actually went on it.
{"A True Example of California's Drought."}
We had every intention of going to the farmer's market. Guess where we never went to.
I mean, that's mostly my fault, since I wanted to walk straight to the antique store we always go to. On the way we stopped by a store that had tons of cool rocks, but we weren't there for long--I need to go back to it the next time I go. It was lovely.
We followed main street's path until my mom wanted us to step into the local lavender store. We bought a small lavender sachet from these lovely people, and it smelled so calming in there. They have dried stalks, oil, shampoos, salt scrubs, even lavender-infused honey.
After that we went to the lovely Incr-Edible Cupcakes, where I obtained my Samoa cupcake after some decision-making.
I mean, that's mostly my fault, since I wanted to walk straight to the antique store we always go to. On the way we stopped by a store that had tons of cool rocks, but we weren't there for long--I need to go back to it the next time I go. It was lovely.
We followed main street's path until my mom wanted us to step into the local lavender store. We bought a small lavender sachet from these lovely people, and it smelled so calming in there. They have dried stalks, oil, shampoos, salt scrubs, even lavender-infused honey.
After that we went to the lovely Incr-Edible Cupcakes, where I obtained my Samoa cupcake after some decision-making.
{It was nice. Interesting texture with the coconut flakes.
That beige frosting was sooooo good. And the cupcake
had a nice hint of coconut. Of course, it wasn't a Samoa cookie.}
Cheryl's Antiques is my favorite antique store. It's got a cute wrap around porch and although it's tiny, it hosts a lovely postcard collection. When I was in there last time, someone had recently donated a 500+ year old bible, and I got to touch it. (it was amazing)
Suffice to say, I've got lovely memories in there. So I wanted to start my used postcard collection. Since I love looking at other people's postcards, what better way to start my collection than from a place that's only given me fond memories?
The owner's absolutely lovely, and I wandered around the store before I picked a postcard of Lake Powell. I'll address the postcard in a different post, but it was caught my sister's attention first since it had the same color scheme as Halsey's newest album. After a minute or two, I finally decided to take it.
And you know what?
After a few moments of chatting with me & my sister, he gave it to us for free.
My face asked why.
And you know what he said?
"Because sometimes you're just blessed."
Love,
Dianne
