Here's my way late post about our road trip last weekend. We had planned on going to New Orleans and up until Thursday night while we were watching ER (don't laugh, Doug's the one who watches it) that's where we were going. Then I got a wild hare and suggested we go somewhere else we hadn't been before. So we settled on Asheville, North Carolina, an 8 hour drive from Memphis. I love car trips, I can get a ton of knitting done, at least when I'm the passenger. I drove the leg from Memphis to Nashville and let Doug drive the rest of the trip. He snapped this on the road, apparently I was concentrating really hard on my knitting.
It's a long drive, but as you enter Middle and East Tennessee the landscape changes into mountains and plateaus and it's so pretty. We got into Asheville around 8PM or so. We would have been there sooner but we got lost on the way to the hotel. Apparently the difference between Woodfin Avenue and Woodfin Street is a big one.
It's a long drive, but as you enter Middle and East Tennessee the landscape changes into mountains and plateaus and it's so pretty. We got into Asheville around 8PM or so. We would have been there sooner but we got lost on the way to the hotel. Apparently the difference between Woodfin Avenue and Woodfin Street is a big one.
We stayed in downtown Asheville and it was charming and busy and full of shops and art galleries and restaurants and musicians. Our hotel room was perfect with a big, fluffy bed AND chocolates on our pillows. Chocolate never fails to impresses me.We ate here:
The Green Sage Cafe
Mellow Mushroom Pizza
Tupelo Honey Cafe
Early Girl Eatery (so good we ate there twice, see pancakes below)
The Dripolater Coffeehouse
We didn't have a bad meal, everything was tasty and everyone was so friendly. There was a used bookstore (Montford Books) that had records and happened to be next door to a fly fishing store (for Doug) so we wandered around there for awhile. I bought some John Updike and Eudora Welty for the library and a couple of records for that collection. Doug was ecstatic to find a KISS album and a promotional Deadwood record.
We didn't have a bad meal, everything was tasty and everyone was so friendly. There was a used bookstore (Montford Books) that had records and happened to be next door to a fly fishing store (for Doug) so we wandered around there for awhile. I bought some John Updike and Eudora Welty for the library and a couple of records for that collection. Doug was ecstatic to find a KISS album and a promotional Deadwood record.Of course I found a yarn a store...or two. I tried to limit myself though. I only bought four skeins total. I went to Purl's Yarn Emporium on Wall Street and it was such a nice shop, big store windows with knitted dragons(!) hanging from the ceiling. The yarns were arranged by color and I tried to snap a picture but it turned out all blurry. I got two skeins of Sublime Organic Cotton in a beige-y color for a spring hat. I also went to the Earth Guild which was a few blocks away from Purl's and they sold craft supplies as well yarn. I got two skeins of white SWTC Bamboo there for maybe a shawl or something. 

Saturday we visited the North Carolina Arboretum. Even though not a lot was blooming they had a nice bonsai exhibit.


Today I celebrate five years of marriage to a man whom I adore and who makes me a little insane. He maintains I have no sense of humor; I maintain he’s no fun. We had our first date in October of 2001 and we’ve been together ever since. We’ve laughed hysterically, slammed doors and cried (well I’ve cried, him not so much) and made fun of things (and people) and taken too many car trips to count and faced infertility and bought a house and made fun of each other and fought about politics on an almost weekly basis. He thinks I’m a Communist and I think he has terrible taste in music. I enjoy various kinds of cuisine; he would be happy eating bologna and cheese sandwiches for the rest of his life. I’m the James Carville to his Mary Matalin. We almost never have massive disagreements (sans the recent chicken discussion). We share a love of the weird and the obscene and we’re strangely obsessed with the Zodiac Killer and he doesn’t mind that I’m in love with Chuck Todd and I don’t mind that he’s in love with Allison Krauss. Our dream is to move to Oregon and have a compound and chickens and goats (okay so the chickens and goats might be more my dream than his).