Monday, October 13, 2014
My Weekend
I had a lovely weekend. In addition to attending a wedding, I visited Woodstock where the famous 1969 rock concert took place. Back then, I was 12 years old. I asked my mother if I could go and received the expected reply. My parents were traditional (my dad was a cop, for crying out loud) so they weren't supportive of the growing youth movement. No hippies and free love for me!
When I travel now, I do an array of fun things -- which is broader and more joyous than how I used to travel. For example, I always look for new thrift-stores; I always look for good food; and I seek out interesting oddities. Woodstock was fertile with all three.
I found a delightful vintage dress in a small shop. Solid black with elegant white trim and a long skirt. I'm eager to show it to you. While on the surface it's not my normal style (I rarely wear long skirts), it has notable panache and you know I'm a fan of boldness. The dress is perhaps fifty years old and has an attractive vintagey look to it.
You can't go to Woodstock and not buy music so I stopped in a record-store and picked up some vinyl. I found an obscure Carole King album that was never released on CD. It's in perfect shape and sounds heavenly. Only $3 dollars. And, being completely honest, for a dollar I picked up a record of The Chipmunks singing Christmas carols. That will come in handy soon. I'm a sucker for eccentricity. Lately I've been listening to a song from the Seventies sung by chickens. Yes, chickens.
Did you enjoy your weekend? What'd you do?
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Sounds like a great time!!! Glad you had such fun. I look forward tp the dress! X
ReplyDeleteOh wow this sounds interesting.. note that I am writing this comment while listening to chickens sing.
ReplyDeleteI look for thrift stores too while traveling, same as for food and odd things ?! are you kidding? We must be shopping soul mates.
Sounds like a good time! I'm glad you found an awesome thrift store! I love that top picture!
ReplyDeleteIf you'd have kept driving about 30-45 minutes north than you'd have hit Roxbury where we went for my cousin's wedding a few weeks back. I hope you enjoyed the scenery. We thought it was beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYour weekend sounds wonderful ... Hope we are going to see a photo of the bride?
ReplyDeleteWeekend for me ... Saturday 5km walk (with a horrible stumble!!!), breakfast with Wendy and then a long bath to soothe the sore and bruised legs ... and then another 5km walk on Sunday.
Lol, I hum the melody that features on the chicken song all the time. Now whenever I hum it I'm gonna have to make the appropriate chicken noises too.
ReplyDeleteGood to read you had a lovely weekend and treated yourself to some nice things too.
taking time to stop and smell the flowers is what its all about!! Sounds like woodstock was awesome too, would be a fun place to visit. I ran a marathon this weekend and today doing some landscape planning (am in a course so I can learn how to landscape our front yard :) its Thanksgiving weekend so we get today off. woot woot
ReplyDeleteThat Carole King album is a find!! I love it that at 12 you wanted to go to Woodstock. Too bad you couldn't...or probably not too bad at all! Ha!
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha!! I've heard records with dogs and cats, and even sheep, but never chickens!
ReplyDeletecool - an old carol king album! cant wait to see the dress on you!
ReplyDeletewe try to do the same when we travel - to enjoy the way too. and eating is a big part of it, no bad truck stop food for us.
my parents had the right age for woodstock, but even if they did not live behind the iron curtain they had never attend such "sodom&gormorra" ;-)
but when i was a teen my friends and i made up our own little woodstocks, with live music and lots of fun in the countryside, secretly of course.
xx
What a charming story about your little Woodstocks!
DeleteUnfortunately my weekend wasn't happy, as my beloved granny passed away and I had to say goodbye to her...but life must go on, and your weekend sounds totally like the kind of weekend my hubby and I would love ! We love old records and I must confess that I would totally want that Chipmunks record ! I am a fan ! Kisses
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My condolences, Vale.
DeleteCan't wait to see the new dress!
ReplyDeleteYou're cracking me up, Ally. I was unaware of your eclectic musical tastes. Quite diverse....Carole King, woodland creatures and barnyard animal tunes.... You're just too darn much fun! :)
ReplyDeleteOMG those chickens are hilarious!!!
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Suzanne
Oooohh, I can't wait to see your new vintage treasure! Finding yesteryear pieces on the road always makes them feel all the more special because you know that you simply had to be there at the right time, at the right place to unearth them (yes, such is true of hometown vintage, too, but in such cases I feel like one is more apt to visit their local shops on a regular basis so that may not apply to the same degree).
ReplyDelete♥ Jessica
You are so right! It felt like fate put this dress in my hands.
DeleteThrifting and good food?? Those describe my trip MOs perfectly. :D I knew there was a reason we're friends.
ReplyDeleteAlly
ReplyDeleteAs you know I am slowly making my way through your old blog posts as time permits. As such I am 2-3 years behind time.
Woodstock is a great little town. Home of Big Pink and many great musicians. I am a huge fan of "The Band" I recommend you reading Robbie Robertson's new book "Testimony".
While Woodstock is a cool town and the big rock event was origianlly supposed to take place there, hence the name, it actually took place over an hour away down at Yasgur's farm down in Bethel NY over an hour from the town of Woodstock.
I was all set to go to Woodstock. My friend Dennis showed up at my house and I was getting ready to get in his car when my father came home from work. He was a laborer and needed my strong back for a weekend side job so he took me out of the car.
Pat
I was planning to read Robbie's book. And, yes, I knew the actual site of the festival was Bethel. Sorry you couldn't go to the festival. I was only 12 and there was NO WAY my father (a cop!) was going to allow that.
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