I am waiting At the counter For the man To pour the coffee
Today my mom, Gordon and I drove to Nevada City. It was a nice trip. It was really cold so I wore my awesome vintage red wool coat. I love that coat. It doubles as a blanket. In Nevada City, I bought a nice vintage inspired hat. It's black and made of wool. It's really good quality. I own two other hats by the same company. I love both.
Before leaving, we ducked into a really cool coffee shop. They had lots of chairs, tables, and couches. It's the kind of place where I would love to curl up with a good book...or a crochet hook and some soft pretty yarn. I ordered a Vietnamese Coffee. It was really good...except for the fact that it was iced. I ordered it expecting a warm drink.
I couldn't help but watch the person next to me sketch. He was sketching a really cool tree. I also couldn't stop myself from shooting this short video. My mom and Gordon now think I'm strange. Perhaps a little stalker-like. They probably assumed I thought he was cute or something. Wrong. Never crossed my mind if he was or not. There is something incredibly zen about watching an artist in a coffee shop. It may look cliche, but it's just so...right. All is right with the universe because this unknown person is drawing in a coffee shop.
When we got back, my mom let me look through my Great Grandmother's old hats. Most were not my style of vintage, but one really stood out. It was a Sally Victor baret-inspired hat. My mom told me I could have it when I'm older and more mature. I suddenly felt like I was a little kid again...or at least being treated like one. She told me I could wear the hat for the evening, but then I had to give it back. My mom puts a lot of emotional value into the possessions of dead relatives. She has an entire room full of dead people's stuff.
Glancing in the closet, I was suddenly struck by a brilliant mix-match idea. I put on the yellow coat she gave me for Christmas. The hat and the coat looked fantastic together. I looked at her and grinned. She started laughing. She ended up giving me the hat. But she made it clear that if it gets wrecked, Great Grandma's ghost will come back and beat me in the face.
I'm wearing the hat right now. I'm very pleased to be wearing something that belonged to my Great Grandmother. I own a gold cross necklace that belonged to her, but this hat is different. This is something that appeals to my fashion sense as well. I'll take photos of it later. I will probably wear it to breakfast tomorrow before Mom and Gordon take me to the airport.
Before leaving, we ducked into a really cool coffee shop. They had lots of chairs, tables, and couches. It's the kind of place where I would love to curl up with a good book...or a crochet hook and some soft pretty yarn. I ordered a Vietnamese Coffee. It was really good...except for the fact that it was iced. I ordered it expecting a warm drink.
I couldn't help but watch the person next to me sketch. He was sketching a really cool tree. I also couldn't stop myself from shooting this short video. My mom and Gordon now think I'm strange. Perhaps a little stalker-like. They probably assumed I thought he was cute or something. Wrong. Never crossed my mind if he was or not. There is something incredibly zen about watching an artist in a coffee shop. It may look cliche, but it's just so...right. All is right with the universe because this unknown person is drawing in a coffee shop.
When we got back, my mom let me look through my Great Grandmother's old hats. Most were not my style of vintage, but one really stood out. It was a Sally Victor baret-inspired hat. My mom told me I could have it when I'm older and more mature. I suddenly felt like I was a little kid again...or at least being treated like one. She told me I could wear the hat for the evening, but then I had to give it back. My mom puts a lot of emotional value into the possessions of dead relatives. She has an entire room full of dead people's stuff.
Glancing in the closet, I was suddenly struck by a brilliant mix-match idea. I put on the yellow coat she gave me for Christmas. The hat and the coat looked fantastic together. I looked at her and grinned. She started laughing. She ended up giving me the hat. But she made it clear that if it gets wrecked, Great Grandma's ghost will come back and beat me in the face.
I'm wearing the hat right now. I'm very pleased to be wearing something that belonged to my Great Grandmother. I own a gold cross necklace that belonged to her, but this hat is different. This is something that appeals to my fashion sense as well. I'll take photos of it later. I will probably wear it to breakfast tomorrow before Mom and Gordon take me to the airport.