At the end of September my father and my step mother came to see what all this fuss regarding Raleigh was all about. We showed them around downtown (my dad: “are we downtown? This looks like a park!”), took them to the newly renovated North Carolina Museum of Art, and to historic Oakwood Cemetery. Though not vegetarians per se, they are not ones to indulge in copious meat-eating at home. But they gamely allowed us to make them ribs (well actually that was Kirk) and take them to some of our favorite places to eat; Raleigh Times, Humble Pie, Neil’s Deli, The Players Retreat, and NOFO at the Pig being some of them. After this meat-filled bonanza, Michela was sweet enough to proclaim “I have had the BEST food here!”.
They also happened to arrive during the Capital City Bike Fest, Gay Pride and the grand re-opening of Hillsborough Street (one of the main drags in town, a minefield of renovations and roadwork for over a year) and were thus sleep deprived upon departure despite having tried two different hotels. I may have failed in my hidden agenda to convince them to retire here! Still I think they enjoyed themselves, and can appreciate why we love it so. During their stay we made an over night trip to the Outer Banks (aka the OBX, proudly proclaimed on bumper stickers, tee-shirts and a plethora of other merchandise):
Our first stop (after lunch at Bob’s) was the Wrightville Brothers Memorial near Kitty Hawk:
We drove south along Pea Island to Hatteras Island, where the sea and the inlet almost meet, leaving a tiny strip of land not much wider than the road. At the bottom of the island, it makes an abrupt turn west and widens out. This is Cape Hatteras, home to the most popular of the four Outer Banks lighthouses (at least if you go by the amount of Hatteras themed lawn art in here my Raleigh neighborhood). We stayed at the aptly named Lighthouse Motel, and visited the lighthouse itself in the morning:
The houses were a mix of brightly painted and weather-worn wood. Even the curbs take a beating from the salt and sand.
We attempted to cross via ferry to Ocracoke Island, but there was something going on with the shoals which was delaying the ferry, and the wait was just too much for us. We headed northward, retracing our steps, turning inland at Whalebone. As we drove west, I noticed how the landscape was changing as we traveled.
The week after I reluctantly squeezed them good-bye, I got a care package from fellow textile designer Jennifer of Ermie. It was a couple of yards of two of her lovely fabrics for me to play with, plus some other little goodies all put together beautifully. It was so pretty I just had to take a picture:
Since then I have been working away furiously on fall pieces for NOFO. I went in to drop them off, and Alice showed me the ad that they took out in the fall issue of Triangle Style featuring my Tulum tank:
K’s folks are here this week, and we are off to Asheville for a couple of days, details to come!