DEEP LOVE, WALLA WALLA

1.) Take your inner introvert on a long drive through some crazy pretty scenery, 2.) Watch your baby sister sing her guts out on stage, 3.) Crash for the night in a motel room with her and a bunch of her touring drama nerds, slumber party-style, 4.) Blow your sister a kiss + watch board her tour bus + drive away, 5.) Take your inner introvert on a tour of downtown Walla Walla 6.) Drive home with some podcasts and wonder how on earth you missed that camel on the side of the road the first time around?

Pretty much, that's about what I did last weekend.

Hold up. I took that on my cell phone. Let's all marvel. Also Alex, my profile sends your profile twin kissies. 

Look at me pretending to be a concert photographer! 

So, downtown Walla Walla is adorbs. And there really is nothing better sometimes than going on a long walk with just yourself and your crazeballs hormones, breathing in some different air than what you're used to, and buying blueberry infused artisanal vinegar for whoever knows what reason. 

And looking in quilting supply stores! Quilting is such a foreign language to me. I've made a few quilts in my time, my baby brother even took one of them on his mission with him! Biggest compliment of my life maybe, but I still walk in these kinds of shops and experience a profound stupor in my soul. What do you DO in this kind of store? Is it not the most overwhelming?  Do quilt-y types go into these shops and look at these fabrics and see, like, completed quilts in their future? All I see are crazy patterns shouting at me, and inevitable geometry failure. 

The Country Store! Okay wait a couple of things about this place. Firstly, the dudes at the Farmer's Market were all adamant that I go. Secondly, I walked in and was practically accosted by the world's cutest little puggle shop dog monster named Chester who likes ear scratches. Third and most importantly, it was overwhelming in the way that sets your cells on fire, and it made me miss my mom, because she would SO kill it in a joint like this.  

LOOK AT THIS JUNKING! 

The other thing the Farmer's Market peeps said I needed to do was hit the local Goodwill because it is supposed to be legendary. But I always wonder about tips like this, because doesn't it seems like if it was good once, it won't be the next day, because all the good stuff will have already been taken? If a local thrift store is really great, consistently, does that mean you are, in essence, just buying the same things over and over after different people have bought them and then donated them again? Is a local thrift store like a library? I dunno if I'll ever see such a fancy Goodwill ever again so long as I live. Thrifting is like some kind of magical renewable resource. I buy the stupidest stuff when I go to the Goodwill, I swear. 

Like . . . twelve dollar ice skates. 

BUT I HAVE PLANS FOR THOSE ICE SKATES!

Farmer's Market, cute as a button.

Old man, cute as a button. Look at that guy! I love him. Life goals. 

Sorry, from behind. Hee, overalls!

Whyyyy do I take so many pictures? I don't know, these are good questions. 

The end.