Just as my sister’s blog day seems to inevitably fall on a holiday, so too mine seem to fall on busy work weekends. Or maybe I just work a lot of weekends? In any case, this week is no exception. This weekend I will be sharing a booth with the lovely Liz at an event called Chatty Crafty in Chattanooga Tennessee.
The event is held outdoors, both Saturday and Sunday with a grand total of 103 (!) vendors and promises to be a lot of fun. Though if I’m honest, I’m just as excited to see Chattanooga itself, about which I know virtually nothing, except that it was a railway hub in it’s time, sits on the other side of the Appalachian Ridge and lies between Chickamauga Lake and Nickajack Lakes, which could seriously be the best lake names ever. I’m adding them to the growing list of awesome place names that I’ve compiled since moving to North Carolina. The list includes Kill Devil Hills, Nags Head, Sugar Mountain, Skinnersville, Toast, Scotland Neck and Sparta (which is right next to Roaring Gap) to name just a few.
Because Chattanooga is a good eight-hour drive away (road trip!!), and because with any luck our booth with be crawling with customers and I’ll be selling through every piece of clothing on my rack, I’m endeavoring to prepare my post in advance.
Which is where we run into a problem. You see, I can have a tendency to, at times, some of those times deadline times, em, uh, er……procrastinate. So when my darling man called me from work yesterday and suggested that we play hooky and drive 40 minutes over to Durham to have lunch, I looked at my pile of ironing and the blinking cursor on the screen and ‘sure, sounds great!’.
He’d been hankering to try a place recommended to us by a friend called Bull City Burgers and Brewery, which specializes in pasture raised beef burgers and beer brewed on the premises. I have a soft spot for Durham, which is not as polished as Raleigh but has an eclectic energy which seems to fuel art, good food and music.
K ordered the Bacon & Blue, and lured by the promise of pickled vegetables and a play on the regional specialty, I chose the Pimento burger.
Woof, I was full for hours. Isn’t playing hooky the best feeling? And maybe there were a few minor things left undone, but it was so worth it to steal a couple of hours with my husband, since we’ve had few weekends so far this summer together what with work, travel and DIY (which hardly counts after all).
The clothes are ironed, tagged and folded. I packed every little thing I thought we could possibly need, from scissors to bug repellant (it’s next to one of the aforementioned rivers). Time to hit the road!