Wednesday, March 9, 2011
No songs about not raining in the PNW
The Cabbage Patch restaurant. That middle building used to be the movie theater. I spent a major number of the Saturday afternoons of my youth in that theater. It's an antique/novelty store now. It happened to be open yesterday, so I stepped in, hoping to get a sense of the old theater, but nope- every trace is gone. That made me a little sad (not that the current store isn't perfectly nice- it is. It's just not anything like a dark and shabby theater-I was especially hoping to go down the spiral staircase to the girls' bathroom and see if it still smelled like stolen cigarettes, but that doorway was blocked off with an iron gate. sigh).
I'll have to find exactly the right pattern to be worthy of such a fantastic gift. Thank you Tina, and the Snohomish Knitter's Guild for making me feel right back at home!