Navasota, TX

| May 12, 2015 | 2 Comments

This year I made a lofty declaration that I didn’t want to go anywhere. No trips. None. I’m a staycatin’ this year. Takin’ a break from the road. The queen took her a little ol’ trip to the Texas Hill Country earlier this year, but other than that, we ain’t been nowhere. Just staying home and staying in Tex-ass. So I figure I’d post stuff from previous years and other such things from in and around Houston and get this blog thing rollin’ again.

A couple years ago we went on a day trip to Navasota, a little ol’ Texas town about an hour north of Houston.


Why did we go to Navasota? Was it to see old buildings with neato, neon signs?


Nope. but I don’t know why I didn’t take a picture of the mural on that red building. Small towns, certainly small Texas towns, always have a mural. Anywho, did we go to see the usual small town, mid-century department store that appears to sell grandma’s pret-uh-portay from 1967?


Nope. Was it to see the railroad tracks running through town?


Nope. Or was it to see the Texas historical marker dedicated to the Giesel House run by R.H. Giesel and his German born wife, Fannie?


Nope. But I bet you can guess why were went to Navasota. C’mon, I know you can if you try real hard. Did you guess that there is a…


… knit shop in Navasota? You are a smart one. This was back in 2012 when the queen was on a search for the perfect spinning wheel. She heard that WC Mercantile had a good selection of wheels so we scooted up the road a piece so she could take a spin on their spinning wheels. It’s a big store. Lots of stuff. The queen bought some of the stuff, but not a wheel. She eventually got a wheel at Yarnorama, her fav knittery store.


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Category: Architecture, Knit Shops, Knitting, Road Trip, Texas

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  1. Deborah says:

    Thanks to you (and Bygone Chicago) I’m looking up at the tops and sides of buildings and finding all kinds of things telling all sorts of stories.

  2. efrompdx says:

    Well, of course it was yarn. Why else does one travel?

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