#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
Going Home Day

I am very eager to go home and see the critters again. Oh, yeah. And the people, too!

Yesterday, Jen and I were living high on the hog. We had a driver to take us from mall to mall, so we revisited Northpark, then went on to the Galleria. I spent a fortune at Sephora, as we don’t have one in Spokane, but otherwise, I was pretty good. I have this thing about Sephora–I guess hope springs eternal! I used to need mascara and lip gloss to look semi-beautiful–now I need a case full of stuff just to be presentable! We hit a grocery store, too, and a DSW. I tried on a lot of shoes at the latter, but in the end, I didn’t like the way they felt, so I didn’t buy. As for the groceries–well, the W Hotel has the best, most cheerful service of any hotel I’ve ever stayed in, and that’s saying something, but the food is stuff like deep-fried risotto balls. Now, I’ve got nothing against risotto–having spent a lot of time in northern Italy, I never met a risotto I didn’t love. That’s the point. Risotto is delicious in its natural state. No need to roll it into balls and boil it in grease. :)

I didn’t find those rhinestone studded boots, but, hey, there’s always next time.

Dallas is a great city–one of my favorites. But the place outside Spokane sounds pretty good. My own bed. My own bathtub. Certainly no deep-fried risotto (or any other kind), but I’ll get a welcome home party from Sadie and Bernice for sure. Can’t wait to snuggle with my pets–horses included.

Boots and Bubble Bath

Yesterday, I slept in big time. I didn’t even open my eyes until almost 10:30, which, for me, is the middle of the day! It’s around 8:30 now, and I’m working on a bowl of room service oatmeal as we speak.

Niece/assistant Jen and I trekked off to Dallas’s West End Center, where the “Taste of Dallas” festival was going on. We had lunch at TGI Friday’s, and then shopped. I found a wonderful Western wear store, and bought this great leather shawl type thing, trimmed with fringe (Oh, Linda LIKES fringe!) and studded with turquoise, etc. Jazzy! (And the boots! WOW! But I’m holding out for a pair with rhinestones.) Also visited a store called “The Bath Junkie”–I definitely qualify–and bought one of those big balls that fizz in your bathwater and make you smell good. Dinner was at a steak house–it had a German name–where we were served by Ray, the nicest waiter I’ve ever encountered. If you’re going to be in Dallas, do visit the West End Center and say Hello to Ray. Tell him I sent you.

Today, more shopping! I’ve hired a car, and Jen and I are going to hit a few of the malls. Not surprisingly, the last stop of the day will be at one of those mailing places. Going back home tomorrow, in the early afternoon, so I’ll blog at least once more from Dallas.

The stitching across the toe of a cowboy boot is called a toe wrinkle.

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