I needed to pick up some crochet supplies over the weekend to get started on the baby blanket I’m making for my boss for when she has her baby next month and I saw there was a knitting shop downtown in the Main Street area, so I decided to make Saturday a Going Downtown kinda day. I made up a list of a couple places I wanted to check out while I was there, and off I went around noon.
Can I just say–I take back everything bad I ever said about this town. There’s a place in upstate New York called Lake Placid; it’s this charming little town tucked away in the mountains. My favorite thing about that town the two times I visited was the Main Street shopping. Such cute little trinket stores, unique places, independent merchants… I fell in love each August.
My town–the one where I live now–has Main Street shopping to rival Lake Placid. I think if it was down to just the shops, my town would win in my heart. Keep in mind, I have lived here a year and a half and have hated every second of it. Until Saturday. I friggin love this town.
Everything about it screams “small town”. Not “stupid university campus town”, but “beautiful, intimate, eccentric small town”. From the knitting store where the shopkeeper accepted Canadian money to the paper store in the historic district with its bookbinding classes, everything made me smile. Everyone I encountered was so friendly and the store clerks were so very familiar with their customers, chatting long after they were done ringing up the purchases.
On a whim, I ventured into a shop boasting bookstore and tearoom. They mostly sold books and other items related to spirituality. Music for meditation was playing over the loudspeakers and the whole atmosphere of the place relaxed me more than I thought possible. I usually feel awkward and out of place browsing in shops, especially when I have no intention of buying anything, but there I felt welcome and serene.
I feel serene just thinking about it.
Like, it’s hard for me to transition topics because I feel so serene.
I guess that’ll have to do.
I also stopped by the farmers market in the historic district on my way to a couple other shops. I had a ten-dollar bill in my purse, and I had no regrets spending it all there. I even treated myself to a cherry batter doughnut from one of the vendors for 65 cents. I probably wouldn’t have enjoyed it normally, but in the 90-degree (32ºC) heat, it was warm and delicious. Probably one of the best doughnuts I have ever had.
As a side note, I’ve been getting back into writing poetry, and I know some of you are into that as well, or at least into writing in general. If you have a recommendation for a nice poetry-sharing website or online community where users can give feedback and such, I would much appreciate it. :love: