I know Iowa was in June, but I wanted to wrap up the trip highlights. I have three more trips planned for August. THREE! What was I thinking?
Anyway, one of the highlights of my trip to Iowa was a chance to get some new ink with my daughter. We made appointments months ago. The artist at the Iron Heart cleared his schedule for us. My brother entertained the 6-year-old while we spent the afternoon getting stuck with needles. Fun, fun! Here’s the tattoo parlor in Des Moines that we went to.
My daughter has a thing for garden gnomes and decided to have both of her daughters made into gnomes. The lighting is bad, so is the swelling. The colors today are beautiful. I’ll have to have new pics done so you can see them better.
Here’s mine. I wanted something simple and “Story” was the word that meant the most to me. Josh made it beautiful. And since I have a thing for fairy art, this turned out perfectly. The colors don’t really show up well here either. It’s gorgeous. The fairy looks like a Dominatrix. Perfect!
Brother and SIL took us to a township called Amana. The shops are very retro. Tons of artisans—glassware, fudge, etc. Needless to say, I spent a lot!
On the way back from Iowa, we passed acres and acres of vineyards, and a sign—Wiederkehr Wine Cellars. Of course, we had to stop. While we strolled through their shop selecting t-shirts and bottles of wine, a funny thing happened that reminded me we were back in Arkansas. A woman came through the doors. She was dressed in shorts, big hair, and a t-shirt that rode up her round belly. In a very loud voice she yelled to one of the employees, “Y’all got any strawberry wiiiine?”
The clerk pasted on a bright smile. “Ma’am, we have our own grape vineyards.”
Maybe that was too ambiguous.
“Y’all got any other flavors? Got any peach wiiiine?
The clerk’s smile tightened. “Sorry, ma’am. We sell only grape wine.”
My daughter and I snickered. Yup. We were back home all right. Here’s a picture of the vineyards the woman couldn’t have missed seeing on the drive.
We stayed for a very nice German-style meal in the vineyard’s restaurant.
Then back on the road. By this time, our luggage and everything we’d bought took up all of the tiny trunk area and most of the back seat. Little one didn’t complain a bit about being squished.