I had to drive Kate downstate to her Dad's house yesterday. I figured as long as I had to make the long drive downstate that I'd stop in to visit Matt's best friend Ted, who lives one town over, and do a little shopping. I googled for miniature shops, and found three...one with an address in two different towns, one of which was right down the street from Ted's house and is a residential address, a second with an address downtown, which I found a website with store hours for, and a third which I found on a list of miniature stores that was who knows how old and couldn't find a website for...so...one definite shop, two iffies.
My visit with Ted was nice, we went out to breakfast with another of his friends, who is very nice. I told him where I wanted to shop after breakfast and he gave me good directions to the miniature shop...I'm glad I had him look at my directions with me...lots of one way streets that I couldn't tell on my map were one way, and he told me what lane I needed to be in to make a "second left" at a five way intersection.
I found the miniature shop, and it was a very nice shop...but I was really disappointed. They had a very nice selection of the inexpensive lines of miniatures, they just didn't have anything that was my style. I wanted to get an oriental rug and a clock for the studio miniature, specifically, and then perhaps get anything else that struck my fancy. They had oriental rugs, but they were just screen printed on nylon material...seven bucks for a room sized one...they looked really cheap and cheesy. There wasn't one little clock in the store. I was bummed...I was prepared to splurge on a good quality rug...I've been afraid to order one off the internet because I want to see and feel the texture so I know what I'm paying for.
There were a few other little things I liked...a pitcher and two glasses of orange juice that would have looked awesome in the Hallo mini, that I didn't buy because it was between 15 and 20 dollars...teeny foodstuffs...breads and meats, vegetable trays and yummy desserts...from anywhere between five and twenty bucks each, which I could make myself out of polymer clay for pennies. I liked the hanging plants, but again, I could make them myself for a lot less money (and to look a lot nicer). The little books were neat...I got one to put face up in the miniature, but I can make some to put spine out on the bookcase myself out of scraps of paper.
I bought a little tea set too...just because the lady working at the shop was really nice and struck up a conversation with me...and her young daughter was there, who told me all about the spider she saw that morning and interrupted her coloring to point out the stuff she liked to me. Honestly, if there had been a store clerk working who didn't speak to me...was on the phone or had her nose stuck in a book...I would have walked out of there without spending anything. As it was I really looked for something that I thought was worth its price tag and would actually work in the room so that I wouldn't feel guilty not buying anything after they were so nice to me. I spent just under ten dollars for the book and the tea set, which is okay.
I had been considering (on my drive down) looking for the other two stores, to see if they even existed or not, but I decided after I got done at the first shop that it probably wouldn't be worth my effort, so I just headed home. I left the mini shop at 1:30, which should have put me home by 4:30 at the latest...but I didn't get home until 6:00.
I witnessed a car accident...I was stopped at a traffic light and the car in the lane next to me whizzed right through the red light and hit a motorcycle...the cyclist had abrasions, no major injuries...by the time I gave my witness statement and whatnot it was almost 45 minutes after I saw the accident. (I feel bad for the guy on the motorcycle, but am glad the driver of the car was in the lane next to me and not in my lane...or he'd have rear ended me going 55 or 60 mph).
Then I ran into a traffic jam on the interstate in a construction zone...though the cute young Latin guy in the tricked out custom muscle car next to me was flirting with me...he really liked my music (I had Porcupine Tree playing and the windows down)...I complimented him on his wheels...so the wait wasn't all bad. I finally got going again and drove into a thunderstorm...there's nothing like hydroplaning at 75 miles an hour to scare the pants off you...and couldn't go faster than between 50 and 60 (mostly 50) mph for about 40 miles or so.
Then...I almost hit a dog running across the road. The music I was listening to had a couple of seconds of siren in it (I HATE when they put sirens into songs), and I started slowing down and pulling to the shoulder of the road for just a second before I realized it wasn't a real ambulance...and a dog ran out right in front of me. If it hadn't been for the siren I'd have been a few feet further along and would have creamed the dog.
I was so glad to be home when I finally got here!