We stayed at a hotel just out of Omaha last night - which incidentally had a gym and you will be happy to know that a workout did occur!
Our plan was to go to a place in downtown Omaha called Old Market but first we drove to the Joslyn Art Museum. It wasn’t open when we got there which was fine with us as we really just wanted to see the building. It is a big art-deco style structure clad in a pinky-grey marble from Georgia.
After getting our culture fix we drove around looking for the area known as Old Market. But do you think we could find the place? After driving up and down all the streets where we thought it should be (according to the map - we didn’t actually think we needed Sheila as it appeared to be simple) we decided it didn’t matter and that we would just look for the bridge Nic had read about and then head on to our next stop.
And suddenly we found it.
And it was really simple.
And we felt kind of stupid (I could almost hear Shelia saying “You dumb asses.” Shelia has an American accent which is why she would say ass).
After spending several hours in Old Market (not to mention several hundred dollars later) I’m almost convinced that there was a reason we weren’t supposed to go there. Now I have never been a high maintenance kind of girl - particularly when it comes it shopping - but I am kind of scared that things are changing. Because I keep buying stuff. Clothes, hats, jewelery, that kind of thing. The clothes and hats I can kind of get my head around.
But jewelery?
Since when did I have an assortment of jewellery? Basically I wear the same earrings, bangle, watch and bracelet every day. I may change one of those things if I am going out but that’s about it. Now I have options and it’s kind of freaking me out. Nic justifies it for me by telling me that for years and years I’ve not spent much money on myself. I don’t drink or smoke or have my nails and hair done every other week. So it’s okay.
I love Nic.
Once I process it, I’ll be fine. But for now I told her it’s on her shoulders as she keeps encouraging me (I must say it’s going both ways though).
So my motto on days like this comes from a note pad that I read in a shop today.
“I’m not saying it’s your fault but I’m going to blame you anyway’.
Our plan was to go to a place in downtown Omaha called Old Market but first we drove to the Joslyn Art Museum. It wasn’t open when we got there which was fine with us as we really just wanted to see the building. It is a big art-deco style structure clad in a pinky-grey marble from Georgia.
After getting our culture fix we drove around looking for the area known as Old Market. But do you think we could find the place? After driving up and down all the streets where we thought it should be (according to the map - we didn’t actually think we needed Sheila as it appeared to be simple) we decided it didn’t matter and that we would just look for the bridge Nic had read about and then head on to our next stop.
And suddenly we found it.
And it was really simple.
And we felt kind of stupid (I could almost hear Shelia saying “You dumb asses.” Shelia has an American accent which is why she would say ass).
After spending several hours in Old Market (not to mention several hundred dollars later) I’m almost convinced that there was a reason we weren’t supposed to go there. Now I have never been a high maintenance kind of girl - particularly when it comes it shopping - but I am kind of scared that things are changing. Because I keep buying stuff. Clothes, hats, jewelery, that kind of thing. The clothes and hats I can kind of get my head around.
But jewelery?
Since when did I have an assortment of jewellery? Basically I wear the same earrings, bangle, watch and bracelet every day. I may change one of those things if I am going out but that’s about it. Now I have options and it’s kind of freaking me out. Nic justifies it for me by telling me that for years and years I’ve not spent much money on myself. I don’t drink or smoke or have my nails and hair done every other week. So it’s okay.
I love Nic.
Once I process it, I’ll be fine. But for now I told her it’s on her shoulders as she keeps encouraging me (I must say it’s going both ways though).
So my motto on days like this comes from a note pad that I read in a shop today.
“I’m not saying it’s your fault but I’m going to blame you anyway’.
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