
And so we come at last to the end of the St Louis patches. This has been a drawn out Birthday Season in the truest sense of the word.
On Saturday the 13th, we shopped in an enclosed mall (masked of course, and glad to be out of the wet weather). Then we headed out to dinner at Charlie Gitto’s On The Hill. More on that later, but we had to get there first.
As we drove past winter-bare trees under grey skies, I kept an eye out for the St Louis Gateway Arch, which Heather and Logan had never seen.
“There it is,” I called out as the top half came into sight. “And there it goes,” I sighed mere moments later. Honestly, it wasn’t very impressive at 60+ mph and five miles away.
No matter … we were bound for The Hill, which is the St Louis version of Little Italy …

where we all shared toasted rav (a St Louis specialty, breaded and deep fried with marinara on the side), amazingly good calamari, and the best creme brûlée I’ve had for dessert in a long long time.
The entrées were likewise decadent …

especially the fettuccine Alfredo with shrimp that wasn’t on the menu, but was happily whipped up in the kitchen with an obscene amount of butter and cream …
In the end, there was enough leftover lobster ravioli, lobster spaghetti, eggplant Napoleon, and fettuccine to make a second complete dinner for five.
But before we ever got to dinner on Sunday, there was more shopping to be done …

I mean, where else would five women on a wild weekend getaway go? We circled the whole store, with many an individual side trip along the way. And not a single person got lost.
Imagine!
Process note: the dense stitching on the Target logo got way too dimensional, after which I smooshed it with the iron. I’m now even more in awe of this Instagram post from last month …
And I almost forgot: the second week in March is finally done …

Addendum: with thanks to Jude for the comment/suggestion …



ha! I saw target right away.
I think what is causing the pucker here might be the tension between the Stitched and not stitched.
if you stich the red circ le red in between it will probably even out.
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I wondered if that would help … I’ll give it a try … thanks!
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Wow Liz what a feast ! your mentioning St Louis reminded me of my Dad singing that old song “Meet me in St Louis” when we drove from Tulsa to Quebec to visit grandma every two years in the early 60’s ! He only had one week per year of vacation so would save it up to take two weeks off to make the trip.
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Tulsa to St Louis was one leg of our Before Times road trips to visit Meliss … looking forward to the day when we’ll be on the road again
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My Dad and I rode to the top of the Arch in the ‘70’s. Awesome stitching 🧵
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Never will I ever 😉
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LA – so good that you could all get out and enjoy life; and great patches to record the memories. Go well. B
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so glad to report that we were/are all well following our trip to St Louis … I credit the masks, social distancing, and hand sanitizers with getting us this far … and the vaccines for getting us to the eventual finish line
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Oh great! I could stay there and eat pasta & pizza for days! Great suggestion by Jude, I’ll try to remember it.
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every single dish was amazing … leftovers the next night were equally good
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In the photo across from the hydrant – Lou Boccardi’s on the left and Urzi’s Market on the right. Best quiet lunch and favorite Italian grocery, respectively. Both kept going by strong women whose husbands died suddenly and quite young. Used to ride my bike to The Hill, and can’t seem to make a trip to the city without a stop there. Thanks for the memory.
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Oh, I love that you know these places … I hope I’ll be able to explore more of The Hill in the future …
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What a cool bunch of memories; and I love the resolution of target – wise words from Jude. The sense of freedom of travel and moving easily between places; what a gift it was; one that we all cherish so much more right now.
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the After Times will challenge us to make the most of the things we did without … taking nothing for granted
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I would have had a terrible time choosing what to get for dinner….
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I have a really good/bad habit of finding one thing that I really love and then getting the same thing every time … Eggplant Napoleon for the win
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