So as most of you know from my endless (and totally odd) twitter pictures that yesterday I spent the day roadtripping to NY with my dear friend Holly, who I met in Australia even though she’s a full-on-accented North Carolinian. (It was basically fate if you’re wondering, or Baby Jesus, Hallelujah, and I mean that literally). We’re on our way to Chautauqua, NY (here, while I write this) for a writing workshop at the Chautauqua Institute, which we’ve just realized is the haven for old people, a retirement community where your kids can be at summer camp all day and you can take your sixty-year-old lungs, tired from the hills, walking through a town of giant dollhouses and end up with a pen, writing fiction with your cheetah-print instructor. (My instructor totally blended into the furniture with her choice of cheetah-print wardrobe). The furniture was wicker and my ass sunk in, just to be honest.
More about that later in the week though. Right now – our trip.
Hols and I started out at the bright and early time of 8am after having a hearty egg breakfast cooked my one and only maj. We then drove south to Winston and onto Virginia. Nothing really happened during the first part of our trip because we were catching up on girl talk, writing pro’s and con’s lists of our boy situations, discussing the boys we’ve kissed and our futures (Norway for hols, fingers crossed, RR and teaching for me) and just being girls. Ya know, spinning our hair around the tips of our fingers, and laughing like witches on trial. It wasn’t really until WVA when we hit the jackpot of all antique malls that we really got this trip started.
We stopped into Dove’s Outlet Village because we thought it would have a little cafe filled with expensive, snobbish coffee. And instead we found the mother load of all country kitsch shops. And lucky enough for you, I snuck pictures under the watchful eyes of Paula Deen look-a-likes and their forest green aprons. Just because you’re so special to be reading this right now I’m going to post a few so you can get the true, Dove experience without having to drive however many miles to buy yourself some 25cent Romy & Michelle earrings, or some wooden “man cave” signs (sorry no pictures for the actual males who read this. If you have a penis this blog might not be for you).
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