Morristown, NJ

I went to an ABSOLUTELY fabulous wedding over the weekend. By far the best wedding I’ve ever attended for two people that I met through Weight Watchers and who I spoke about in my Coney Island post. Ken and Erin asked me to read one of the readings at there wedding (what an honor) so I decided to drag The Brother down to NJ with me on Friday and hit up a museum on my way to the hotel. (Because heaven forbid I go on ANY sort of road trip and not see some sort of attraction.)

Well the weather people predicted that we would get a trace to 1 inch of snow on Thursday night into Friday. And upon awakening at 6:30 they were correct. However it was the next 2 hours that walloped another 2 to 3 inches of snow on the valley that changed my plans. After much thinking we changed the plans from museum to a great coffee shop in Morristown and seeing where the wind took us. (I have become very flexible in my old age. I think The Brother was shocked at how adaptable to change I’ve become.)

Phoenix had to help me shovel the snow.

Phoenix had to help me shovel the snow.

After getting away from Scranton there really hadn’t been a lot of snow and we didn’t have any problems getting into Jersey. Once arriving in Morristown we had to drive around a bit looking for parking BUT it was all worth it when the stars aligned and we drove past a YARN STORE. I may have shrieked and scared The Brother. That is how excited I was.

So we parked and found coffee from a cute little local place called Smartworld Coffee. Burke had the depth charge (think an Irish car bomb made of coffee. haha) and I had the MUDD coffee with steamed milk. We sat around the coffee shop for a bit (regained circulation in our fingers) and then headed out to the yarn shop.

Coffee and yarn. Dreams are coming true.

Coffee and yarn. Dreams are coming true.

I haven’t been inside a yarn store in almost 2 years. (The one I used to frequent closed and there just aren’t any in Scranton. Should I open my own?) Anyway, I walked into Trillium Yarns and it was the narrowest little space I’ve ever crowded myself into. The owner was very welcoming and there were a few people sitting around a table knitting. It reminded me so much of when I used to be able to sit around and chat with knitters. Knitting is (for me) a very social hobby so having lost the weekly sit and knits has been a struggle for me. Anyway, I walked out with a single skein of Tosh Sock for a completely reasonable price and the business card of the owner who said she did mail order. Now if only I lived closer to the store.

The Brother photobombed my shot BUT it was to cold to try again.

The Brother photobombed my shot BUT it was to cold to try again.

Is there anything prettier?

Is there anything prettier?

After yarn shopping we were hungry and headed over to Dublin’s Pub. Dublin’s opened in 1973 and inside looks like you’ve stepped into a pub in Ireland (someday I’ll post some pictures of me in pubs in Ireland and you’ll see the similarity’s). The atmosphere was great. The lobster bisque excellent and the fish and chips were cooked to perfection. The Brother and I had a lot of fun eating.


After lunch we headed to Rockaway and so began the wedding weekend. You can look forward to the recap next! I hope everyone is staying safe and warm during what is turning into a winter of crazy weather!


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