Our Weekend

On Sunday, Ryan and I ventured out to a little town on the Minnesota-Wisconsin border called Stillwater. Ryan heard there were forests and lakes. I heard there were old, funky shops.

Somehow I scored big time with a husband who loves history and therefore actually enjoys antiquing with me. Once inside we went our separate ways of course - me to the textiles, dishes and furniture, him to the old coins, records and tools.

I wasn't sure whether or not picture taking was permitted. No one said anything, but the cashier lady kept eyeballing my camera. I just tried to be discreet, snapping shots in low traffic areas and corner nooks. Later Ryan told me he always knew which area of the store I was in (the mondo three level store) by the clicking of my camera. brilliant.

Secrets:

Haunted Bride - Too Risky a Love

Warning on my Honeymoon - Dangerously Lonely

:-)

We passed by this grand little candy store that sold homemade fudge. It was so hot outside that we weren't really in the mood for anything other than ice-cold water. But when we got home later that day, I found myself with an intense craving for fudge and deep regret.

I love that we enjoy each others company. I love that sometimes, the best communication happens without words, in the simple things like walking down the street hand in hand.