A Chilly Low Country Crawl

 On Saturday I drove down to Summerville, South Carolina, to go Low Country Crawling.

Part of the way I followed behind a cotton truck going to the gin.  I took a picture in Denmark, yes, Denmark, South Carolina, so you could see a bale of cotton.




If you know the art of Jim Harrison, his studio is on the right at this stoplight.

Just some random fact.

 First we went to Ladson Flea Market, but it was 29F with a wind chill.  

It took us all of twenty minutes to walk from the car to three vendors, buy some stuff, and run back to the car.  

We decided indoor treasure hunting was a better choice.

We went to the Goodwill Pound Store where everything left over from all the other regular Goodwill stores go to be bought or die.

The goods are rolled out on giant carts - no sorting except books, hard goods, and fabric.  Everything jumbled together.  

I wanted a piece of white ironstone.  

Leia was looking for decor and gift ideas.  She has an eagle eye when searching for things.

I wanted Leia to take a photo of me with an empty cart at the next thrift store to show I could go in one and not buy a thing. 

I asked this guy if I could borrow his cart.  He said sure if he could be in the picture.

Now some of you know a Carolina girl and a Clemson man make a strange pair, but here we are.  

Mr. Clemson wanted to be on a blog so here he is.

Unfortunately he left before I could tell him where to find his picture.

Chucks said he thinks he was just flirting with us.

He might be right!

 We call this the red thrift though its official name is Community Thrift Store on Rivers Avenue in North Charleston.

Yep, we are leaving with just that basket and bag.  

Nothing else.

Though do peek behind Leia at the white dresser and nightstands going into the white truck. 


I re-e-e-e-ally wanted those.

BUT . . . 

This is all the space I had in the Blazer.


WHY?

Because Leia has given me her wardrobe!

I knew to pack it up before we even ventured out shopping.

We were very creative at sliding the drawers open and shoving things in the sides.

I cannot show you the things we bought because I have to figure out how to retrieve them without pulling the wardrobe out of the truck. 

It is too cold and rainy to paint so I will be driving around with this for several days.

Chucks says it is NOT coming in the house.

HOWEVER, I have named her The Empress.

I may be attached.

 By this time it was four o'clock, and we had not stopped to eat.  Off we went to Matt's Burger's - my first time, but not my last.

I can only eat meat so that is what I ordered - a hamburger steak with cheese and chile.

I did eat the slaw.

Leia had a burger and fries.

 It is a funky little cafe in the middle of Summerville. 

A place where you sign the walls.

(We forgot!)

A place where the soap dispenser in the bathroom is a condiment squeeze bottle!

A place where the ink pens are standing in a bowl of dried black-eyed peas.

(Leia has stolen this neat idea.  She uses a bowl of dried lentils to hold her small paint brushes!)

A place where the food is great and the waitress fixes you a to-go cup.

Is that just a Southern thing?

Cafes around here always fix you a to-go cup of tea, water, or Coke when you are leaving.

I have to-go cups at my house for guests.

Above Leia's head is a quote:  "I'm not saying my wife is a bad cook, but she uses the smoke alarm as a timer!"

Leia is wondering if I will ever stop taking pictures.

Also, I had to get a new phone - the first in eight years.  

She was tired of my questions.

So is the guy in India who was on the phone with me for 45 minutes Friday night.

It is going to take me awhile to learn this one.  It is so-o-o-o big!

Some excitement on the long way home.  

Between Blackville and Elko (basically in the middle of nowhere!) there was something catching in the headlight beams.

SNOW!

Yes, a Southern snow - microscopic.  For one mile - about a minute the way I drive - there was a flurry of tiny flakes. 

Then NOTHING!

BUT  herds of deer along the road.

EERIE!

It appeared as if they were sizing up the cars to decide which one to attack.

Luckily I made it home with only stories to tell.

And some explaining to do about why I was smiling so much while being hugged by a Clemson man!

See y'all!


Like Matt's Burgers on Facebook: HERE

Carlene will be sharing the second Tuesday of January!

Be Inspired #172 at Common Ground
Fabulously Creative Friday at Jennifer Rizzo 
The Cottage Market Presents Junkin Joe Every Friday