Cuteness on the East Coast- I feel you Martha!
Hi out there! I knoooowwww, I’ve been gone for sooo long! I admit, it’s taken me a while to process our journey to the east coast, I’ve hardly had time to write anything at all! I’ve got to say that I was not expecting such adorable-ness! From Connecticut to Rhode Island and through to Massachusetts I was totally overwhelmed by trees and colonial houses. I felt the presence of Martha Steward in the air. I wanted to just eat all the yellow houses and roll around in the fields of wild flowers and snuggle up on the ancient gravestones. But I didn’t. I just pretended.
Here we go, here’s a yellow house by Yale that I just wanted to eat up and put in my tummy with marshmallows. I don’t think I took pictures of every yellow house, but I’ll just tell you that for some reason every time I saw one I imaginarily ate it with marshmallows on the side. ^=^ We saw some other fantastic stuff too, like Plimoth Plantation and lil Niece Hannah’s t-ball game- go Hannah!!!
The best part of Plimoth Plantation might have been the craft center and shop-
Look at those shavings- and how do I get that job? It’s so incredibly impressive to see this being done in person. The shop is where I got my fantastically sharp scissors, which I believe were actually made by pilgrims!
The most incredible thing we probably did though was duck pin bowling. Before our journey to the middle-of-nowhere, CT, I had no idea this existed. It’s incredible. I could describe to you the amazing color combination of the untouched 1965 bowling alley, but instead I will just delight you with a photograph.
Uh huh, you feeelin’ it? That’s right friends, that is a near life-size mural of some mountain somewhere, in the autumn. No, your eyes are not playing tricks, and those people are not umpa lumpas- duck pin bowling involves very small bowling balls and very small pins. By the way, I discovered a hidden talent that day. You guessed it, I am now officially an incredible duck pin bowler!
