Waco. Day One.

We started at Harp Designs. Joanna Gaines collaborates with Harp owner Clint when she wants custom furniture created. Clint, a woodworker, and his wife owned and lived in the home next door. It was a Fixer Upper several seasons ago.

They have turned it into a B and B.  It can sleep twelve and costs $550-$650 a night.  I can understand their decision to move.  Since fame has struck I’m sure many were intruding on their privacy.  While we were there people were walking to their porch, snapping photos, peering into windows. Not me. Honest. But I did stand on the sidewalk and take a few shots.

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Harp Design’s retail store sells things made of wood. Hand-turned candlesticks, wood napkin rings, and cutting boards. We bought a mug. We don’t need another mug, but it said “Harp Designs” on the side, so I wanted it in our cup arsenal.

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Following lunch, we headed to McGregor, Tx for a gander at Magnolia House, Chip and Jo’s bed and breakfast.  They found this fixer upper while working with clients who were interested in opening a B and B. The clients passed on this home, but Chip and Joanna snapped it up.  They then added a ranch home in the back yard to house the couple managing their B and B.

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I just read the couple has another B and B opening in the fall of 2017.  Maybe tomorrow we’ll roll past it before heading to Dallas.

Then we moved on to lunch at the Homestead Cafe, located in the Homestead Craft Village. First, we wandered Craft Village. I wondered if it was a Mennonite group. All the female workers wore long hair, pulled back severely, no makeup, and ultra-conservative clothing.

I learned Homestead Heritage owns the craft village. Homestead Heritage is an agrarian- and craft-based intentional Christian community.  Its literature stresses simplicity, sustainability, self-sufficiency, cooperation, service and quality craftsmanship. It also strives to live in peaceful coexistence with the land, other people, and other faiths.

Our lunch was delicious. The Heritage Cafe is in a charming rustic house. All interior walls are natural ship-lap. Do you suppose Joanna Gaines suggested that? I had jerk chicken tacos with avocado, mango, some mystery gluten free sauce and spicy, yet sort of sweet cole slaw.  Jim had the always-adventurous cheeseburger option.

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Bronson was admired by one and all as he snoozed under our table.

On the way back to Waco we wandered through a large vintage/junk/antique warehouse Joanna frequents.  My goal was to find loose buttons for my current scarf.  None to be had.  There was a second option next door, but the yawns had caught up to me.

At that point, it was time to drive back into Waco, ferret out our hotel and check in.  I was exhausted. Crawled into my “Mishri” jammies. To explain, our little step-grand-daughter, Mishri, at about age three made “exotic” (think mismatched) clothing choices. Her parents allowed her to pick her outfits on weekends. Jim thinks my PJ choices smack of Mishri styling. Blue and green plaid pajama bottoms with a red and white striped t-shirt, perhaps?  Does this constitute letting myself go?  No matter, it’s comfy and since Mishri is adorable, dressing as she did makes me feel adorable too.  (I highly suspect the look is more becoming on a three-year-old than a sixty-five year old.)

Due to weariness,  dinner was something grabbed from our on-the-road cooler. Two cheese sticks for me. I was asleep before I saw what Jim picked. More on Waco Day two tomorrow.

Jim is standing at attention, hoping to get me to dinner before I opt for a second  night of cheese sticks.