Thursday, November 11, 2010

Veteran's Day

I just love it when you think you're going to do one thing and you end up stumbling upon something else that's way more interesting and meaningful than what you had planned.  Today I set out to explore some quilt shops in Franklin, a cute town in Middle Tennessee that's been around since 1799.  (Howard and I imagine ourselves living there some day.)  Anyway, as I approached the town center, I could see that traffic was blocked off and then I noticed two fire trucks hoisting a gigantic flag into the air.  I'm embarrassed to admit that it took me a few minutes to remember that it was Veteran's Day.


As fate would have it, I arrived about five minutes before the parade started - got to see the whole thing.  There were local high school and middle school marching bands and a few marching ROTC groups - I had no idea that ROTC still existed!  There were a lot of stunning classic cars carrying veterans from many different wars.  But, when these guys (below) rolled past, I got all choked up and teary-eyed and suddenly felt a great appreciation for all those who have served our country in the armed forces.


I was standing next to this woman in a pink top (below) - I think she was alone too.  She turned to me with tears in her eyes and told me how emotional she felt.  She cried throughout the entire parade and shouted out a 'thank you' to every veteran who passed by.  


The quilt shops:  After the parade, I explored two quilt shops.  One was small, cute and super organized.  The other was the most chaotic store I've ever been to.  It was huge and overwhelming, with a ginormous (spell check is accepting this word!) selection of fabrics.  If there's such a thing as a retail hoarder, I think the shop owner might be one.  When I asked where the cutting table was, one of the ladies pointed to a mound of fabric.  Sure enough, there was a table underneath the pile.  She then measured my half yard and tore the fabric - no room for cutting obviously.  If Monk were ever to step into this shop (which is physically difficult anyway because the most recent shipments are kind of blocking the front door and the front aisles), he would immediately go into a catatonic state and probably never recover.

2 comments:

  1. I love the Monk comment. I can just picture his reaction upon entering the store!

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  2. I just love a small town parade, don't you. I think I would have been hugging pink lady and crying right along with her. Queen Bee was way fun, but not sure yet if it was worth all the work. I haven't got my final sales total yet. I want to come visit so we can go to Franklin and meander through quilt shops!!

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