I packed up all my nursing scrubs and posted them on Kijiji, and a nice lady in Simcoe offered to purchase them.  I needed an excuse to go to Simcoe (okay....well, actually, Renton to The Quilter's Haven) so I drove down by myself, and exchanged the scrubs for a crisp $100 bill, with advice not to spend it all in one place.  Don't need to tell me twice!

So, my first stop was The Quilter's Haven in Renton (just east of Simcoe) where I had finally located yardage to match the Moda Prairie Paisley jelly roll for a quilt I have in mind.  YIKES!  I had too much choice.  I hummed and hawed, and finally chose one for sashing, and one for the side triangles.

Somewhat north and west of Renton, and visited Waterford's Quilt Junction.  Oh - I was in love.  The shop itself is housed in an old train station, and me, born and bred in the Railroad Capitol of Canada, I'm positively cuckoo for trains, and have traveled to see many a 19th century train station.  In one room several smiling ladies were sewing together on their individual projects, and sweetly greeted me when I entered through a door, not normally an entrance, but today open to let in the breeze.  Every single bolt in that shop screamed out to come home with me, but I resisted. I even managed to find another pink CW print.

Next - to Paris to drop in to Mary Maxim.  No fabric buys here - just some hardware for totes and purses, but look at my new keychain!!!  It's a CROC!!!!  and the best thing?  Ya BABY!!!  Jibbets fit in the holes!!!!

I asked the gal who checked me out for directions to Woodstock, to see what Country Patchworks might be like.  She offered me a choice - cross-country? or highway?  Me, the intrepid traveller, and avid adventurer, insisted on the cross-country directions....which I followed until....well...I couldn't.  I couldn't find the roads and turns she told me to take.  I was soon in foreign parts indeed. The cows in the fields didn't look like any cows we have here at home!!!  That's for sure!!!  I had no cell signal.  I kept trying to call ahead to my next destination so see if she could lead me out of the woods, and welcome me when I finally arrived, but it wouldn't ring through.  My internal compass was very shook up - it felt like I was going north, and I certainly didn't want to go that direction. 

I can't tell you where I drove, but it was some of the prettiest country I've had the pleasure of seeing. I was actually ENJOYING being lost.  I drove as fast as I liked, sang "Video Killed the Radio Star" (ooooh wah ooooh!) loudly to the alien cows, and giggled myself stupid.

A FORK IN THE ROAD!  I still not sure where I was, but there was a signpost that pointed in four directions, so I was somewhere between Washington, Princeton, Innerkip and Wolverton.  I pulled off the road to try my cell again, discovered the quilt store was closed an hour earlier, and decided to dead-head-'er to the 401 and come home to play with my new purchases, and sort through my yard sale treasures.