So I think I might have mentioned a few weeks ago ( i know shame on me) that I was going to continue to tell you the story of our mother-daughter Fayetteville trip. But somehow I never got around to it. What can I say, life happened. If it wasn’t a migraine, it was a debilitating pain in my neck, not sleeping add to not sleeping well and all the ends in out of the end of the year plus working on the farm, I almost thought about quitting this thing called blogging. I remember seeing Molly from Still Being Molly’s Instagram story and replying to her how I felt like quitting and how I never felt good enough. Mainly because I felt so bad not being able to deliver stories I want to tell.
But then I thought back to this amazing adventure with my youngest in a town that holds some many new places to explore, some of my favorite places to see and most certainly some of the friendliest places I have ever been too and I knew that if it wasn’t for my blog, I never really would have been able to discover the amazing place that I look forward to visiting again and that is Fayetteville, North Carolina.
When I last left off I told you I would continue with the story or the saga of the trip. I am going to leave the whole tea tasting and painting experience for some other posts but I will pick up where I left off. So we left Reyhan ( I am still having dreams about that food.) and the awesome Melody from the Fayetteville Visitors Bureau made our way to Winterbloom Tea.
The tasting and the time spent there deserves its own post. But let’s just say we went back the next day and met up with the amazing Tiffany from The Mrs. Tee so that is just a little taste of how that experience was.
Remember in the last post , I told you how there was severe weather so keep that in mind. After Winterbloom we were supposed to go Greg’s Pottery. So off we went, we walked in I asked for Kelly, our contact. Because of the weather, they were closing early and she forgot that we were coming. Which to be honest, I totally understood because it was making me a little anxious too. So I asked if we would be able to come back the next day and she said sure but they open at 12 on Saturdays. So instead of exploring the rest of the town because I knew my artistic daughter would want to paint, we made the decision to come back the next day.
A little sidenote just to show you how artistic she really is. This is what she painted on her closet door.
Now onto the rest of the story. So we thought about exploring a little bit downtown and we did explore a little bit. I knew that my environmental friendly daughter would love some reusable straws that Tiffany had posted about on her Instastory ( the power of social media right? Got to love it!) so I messaged her to ask where she got them and she told me White Trash & colorful accessories, so we had to stop there to buy those straws. While we were there we had to have a mini photo shoot outside their shop, their wall of locks is amazing.
So after we finished our mission of obtaining the straws we decided to head to the hotel to see if we could check in. It was around 4- 4:15 when we got there. I am so glad that we got there when we did because the weather started to get really bad. Our room wasn’t ready, so we hung out in the lobby and of course, the weather was on so that just made my anxiety go higher. ( There is just something about the weather and night time that don’t mix with me.) When finally got in our room, the sky opened up and soon after the power went out. So Gracie and I decided that if the power didn’t come back on by a certain time we weren’t going to venture out into the darkness to see Cake – a play that we were so looking forward to seeing. And honestly, even though I felt bad, I knew deep in my soul that it was the right decision to make. Because honestly, we didn’t know when the power would come back on and trying to navigate a strange city in the dark without stoplights is not my idea of fun.
And so eventful right, well it didn’t end there. No that wasn’t the only excitement for the night. Guess what happened next- the fire alarm went off and then the fire trucks came. Folks, I laughed so hard I cried because I couldn’t make this stuff up. But finally the power was back on and we were able to settle down for the night but not before Gracie decided to eat her leftovers. If you followed my Instastories that weekend, you would have seen these but if you didn’t I am going to share them with you. Gotta love my girl.
Want to hear more about our adventures check back soon for highlights from Winterbloom Tea and Greg’s Pottery. ( Notice how I used soon and not tomorrow- I learned my lesson.)