I realized today that I never finished telling my Texas stories. When we last left our protagonist (ahem), she had just arrived in Texas and gone to Zapp Hall in Warrenton, where she ran directly into the arms of these two.
This is Deb of Talking Trash, me, and the one and only Cat Daddy. Cat Daddy is a man of few words who is totally and utterly devoted to his wife, a woman of a few choice words. We talked about junk, family, religion, writing, dancing, food, hurricanes and friendship. The best thing that Deb said during our time together was - when I remarked that the 98 degree 98 percent humidity weather was getting to me - "Oh honey, around here that's what we call a cold front!" Here are shots of Deb's gorgeous booth...
Want to guess where I'll head first on my next trip to Texas?
4 comments:
What a fun trip! Love Junking trips and can't wait for more! hugs, Linda
It better be straight back to me. Have I got a few choice words for you! Girl...you are adorable and I love you to the moon and back.
XOXO
Debbie
P.S. You are the queen of cropping!
P.P.S. Devoted? More like yoked!
P.P.P.S. (Notice a pattern here?) Thank you for the candy, the books which are fab and most of all for being my friend. That's a priceless gift I treasure.
So what did you take home with you? Anything left behind that you are kicking yourself over??
Thanks for sharing your big adventure and , btw, LOVED Plucky and had a wonderful time!
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