Vanessa*
Monday, March 29, 2010
Stripe
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Friday, March 26, 2010
Hendersonville, the epic jouney part three (the greehouse)

This was so cool that I climbed up into the little enclosure it hung in to get photos. I'm glad none of the staff saw me. I doubt they would have been pleased.
I swear these posts are almost over.
Luv,
Vanessa*
Hendersonville, the epic journey part deux
Check out how friggin cool the brick work is!
We stopped down by the lake so I could snap a few of the the house on the hill
Luv,
Vanessa*
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Hendersonville, the epic jouney, part one.
On the last day of February my mom and i headed up the Mountain to Hendersonville NC (one of my favorite places in the world) to have a visit-my-grandparents-day trip. The plans included two of my favorite Mt. haunts. The Biltmore Estate (if you have never been and get the chance, GO!) and a stop in to my favorite store on the planet, Honeysuckle Hollow. But more about that later. In full on Ross family tradition, things did not go quite as planned. We began our trip with a stop off in Amelie's Bakery in Charlotte to have breakfast.
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My mom had never been and she needed to try it. We bought a boatload of goodies and headed on the road. Totally on time (a rarity for us) Snaking on tea cakes and coffee, we were in excellent spirits when we hit the steepest part of our trip. The dreaded Saluda grade. Not 3 minutes into it and the check engine light began to flash and the car started chugging violently. the feeling compared to running over the rumble strips they put on the side of the road to keep you from falling asleep at the wheel. Let me tell you we were wide awake. We pulled off the road to give my mom a minute to work through her panic attack and to see if there was anywhere to pull the car in to investigate. I asked a cop for help and his super helpful question :
"Did you ladies check te see if ye hayd gas?"
Yes officer. we have gas. So we finally get the courage to get back on the road. The car chugs all the rest of the trip and we arrive in Hendersonville just in time for it to begin snowing. Oh boy. Arrival at my grandparents was met with quick hugs and a rush out the door. We had to make our gate time. I wasn't aware Biltmore operated on a schedule, but there you go. Shows what I know. One we arrived it was like the earlier event had never happened. It was butt ass freezing cold and nearly snowing all day, but so worth the trip. They had opened four new rooms in the house I believe they were children's room by the size of them, and they were a little less over the top than most of the larger bedrooms. They were my favorite part this trip especially the porcelain mantle hand painted with flowers. I was really tempted to break out the camera and take some illegal photos. I snagged a few off the interweb, none do it any justice.
Look at those flowers! OMG!
Could have lived in this room. Seriously.
One of the more entertaining parts of the trip was explaining to my Grandparents why I was snapping photos of myself. "Well, I do this online journal sort of thing..."
I had to get one in front of the famous lions. It was taken in less than 30 seconds set up to finish, and almost caused us to miss the tram. My Grandpa wasn't too happy about that.
This is my mom. Isn't she adorable! We were playing in the toy shop. Though neither of us bought anything. Rare.
My dress matches the Hydrant!
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