It was an okay trip.
The embroidery kit that I bought to do on the road was a waste of money, as far as results are concerned. The background fabric is royal blue. The embroidery outlines (flowers, a guitar, and some words) are stamped on it in black. These old eyes had a hard time seeing the lines. Strike one. Too, the embroidery thread is poor quality. I forgot to take my scissors - actually, I thought I'd left scissors in the truck, just for trips - and the only tools I had available were a badass hunting knife from The Husband's console or a plastic letter-opener from my schlepping bag. Both of these cutting devices left tiny hairs on the thread that made threading the needle nearly impossible while traveling at 70 mph. Strike two. To tell the truth, the design might be a little too complicated for my skill level. I've done a lot of embroidery in my life, but mostly cross-stitch. This kit uses several stitches that I'm not very good at executing, like satin stitches. Especially at 70 mph. Strike three. Needless to say, I didn't get much done. About 150 miles from home, I stuffed it in the bag and gave up. But I do intend to finish it, once the quilts are done. I have loads of better thread in this house, and a hands-free magnifying glass.
On the first leg of the trip, we spent the night in Cookeville. We like to stay at a Best Western, where there's a pretty good Mexican restaurant right in the parking lot. To our chagrin, the restaurant was closed for Easter Sunday, so we had to get back in the truck and drive somewhere to get dinner. Bummer.
On Monday, The Husband was free until dinner, so we went to an antique mall outside of Sevierville (I think). Didn't find a thing we wanted. There's a really, really good music store on the way back to the hotel. (REALLY good.) We got a new set of strings for the autoharp that we bought on our last junking adventure.
Tuesday and Wednesday, I mostly read books.
The truck was packed and ready to roll home by the time The Husband finished his conference at 11. We stopped again in Cookeville for hot dogs and gas. Made it home about 7:15.
Son #2 was outside his workshop, putting the carburetor on my little tiller. After we hauled our stuff in the house, I walked across the road to see how it was going. He fired it up just about the time I got there. He's going to use it to till his flower beds before he brings it home.
I was a slug yesterday. Didn't even glance at the quilts in progress. I did manage to get to the grocery store. Go me.
I'm going to a plant sale today.
It's good to be home.
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