July 19, 2010 Monday BANDON, OR
Today we pulled up roots in Brookings and drove up the coast to Bandon. We'll be here a couple of days. They have such beautiful Hydrangas here on the Oregon Coast. All kinds of colors from white to blue to purple. Really pretty. Here in Bandon they have a place on the water, boardwalk style area with wood sidewalks, etc. They call it “Old Town.” There are lots of shops with tons of cute stuff and crab shacks everywhere. We enjoyed walking from one end to the other and in and out of all the shops. They have a fudge shop with the best fudge you’ve ever tasted! They even have sugar free. Mike got a real nice lookin’ zip up sweatshirt in black with a gold “Port of Bandon” seal on it. There was this one shop that had those wooden wind chimes all along their awning out front. There were so many and it was so loud, but really neat sounding. It was an interesting shop. It was so full of stuff that you could only walk sideways through the aisles. They had signs that book bags were not allowed. The owner lady was a real trip. She had long wavy dyed red hair parted in the middle. She had a tie dye tank top on and a hangy wool sweater over it. She had a tattoo on her left boob, right arm, left leg and probably a lot of other places that I couldn’t see. She had a ring through her nose and her eye make-up was bazaar to say the least! She had an actual stripe of bright blue under her lower eye lashes and a bright green stripe somewhere below her eyebrow. It was scary. I’m not sure Mike even made it all the way in this store! So I went up to pay for a greeting card I wanted to buy and she started complaining to me that there was a young girl in the store that kept staring at her. Right at that time the girl stepped into the aisle and we both saw her take a peek at the woman. She says, “See, she did it again.” I don’t know why I can’t just say “Oh really?” and let it go at that. Sometimes I have no control. I start speaking (and then it’s too late) and I said “Maybe she‘s never seen a woman quite so…and then I’m committed to this sentence and I can’t find the word. Finally I come up with, “exotic as you are!” She laughingly says, “You mean messed up?” (Except she didn’t say messed up.) I said, “No, exotic!” She chuckled and gave me my change. When we are out on the street again in front of the store I notice a car parked there. The dashboard is covered with tons of odd stuff, statues and stuffed animals. The car had all kinds of stuff crammed in it. Had to be her car. We got a laugh out of that, too.