Don has also been working on Saturdays lately, so Sundays are extra special to me. After we all had to get up early yesterday, long story, we slept in today and Don suggesting to go to Cold Spring.
You don’t have to mention that twice to me! As you know, I love that little town right on the Hudson River because it’s home to many antique stores — and Hudson Hil’s restaurant where we always eat breakfast.
Well, brunch today.
After a fight in the car (okay, so marriage isn’t easy, noticed that?), Don and I pulled it together and had a nice discussion about our secret project (psst!). I love brainstorming with him about it, just can’t share it with you here (yet).
It has to do with something we are both very interested in and can bring different ideas to based on our skill sets.
Then Don and L walked to the end of Main Street to see the Hudson River and the old cannon, and I got to sniff around in the antique stores.
When I saw this gorgeous old wooden wheelbarrow, I immediately wanted it. Originally priced $245, the lady would’ve given it to me for $175, but in the end I decided against. Anyone in the market for it?
Another beauty, I love the blue paint, but I have no business buying large furniture pieces.
Are those molds for hot dogs? Corn dogs? Corn?
The only picture I got of myself the whole day. I never think to ask Don to take one.
I had never been in this store before. They carry a wonderful selection of new and old home decor items. I might have to go back for one of their unique lighting fixtures.
And I found a store that carries beautiful vintage fabric samples, so I know where to go when I want to upholster something like a chair or bench.
I don’t think the samples were big enough to make over the inside of the large trunk I bought for only $5 the other day, but the plan is to line it with pretty fabric to make it usable.
Right now the inside looks like this — *shudder*
But trust me, it has potential. The outside is beautifully, at least to this vintage lover, with some original mailing labels.
After sharing a fresh-squeezed lemonade, we headed back home.
We made one stop; Don wanted to get corn for tonight’s dinner at Grandma’s. Note that I was able to get three picture of my extremely camera-shy husband, a rare feat. But I had to be sneaky and fast, as you can see.
Sure, after pancakes with syrup, OJ, and a lemonade, let’s top off the sugar fest with a sugar donut!
