Today is my 4th installment in a month of Thankful posts. I am thankful for my set of wheels, a Chevy HHR that I've named Hermione.
She isn't a sports car, but I am not racy.
She is dependable, efficient, and cute. All things that I aim to be.
The line of stitching runs along both sides of her and ends with sewing needles near the tail lights. The graphics are decals that were made to fit the body line of the car.
She makes strangers smile at stoplights when I catch them looking at her and wondering either what those dashed lines are, or why I have them. She has caused a woman to follow me from the parking lot into a store asking me to make her daughter's prom dress next year. I told her I didn't do that type of sewing and wasn't in business. She didn't want to believe me!
My car is a magnet for old men. I don't mean men just slightly older than I am which might be flattering. I mean the old sweethearts that don't seem to know what to do with their spare time and have forgotten how to select coordinating clothes. They ask me questions about her engine. Huh? I know she has one. They ask me why she is painted like Levis. I gently explain that Levis have orangish stitching, not white and point out the needle on the back panel and explain that sewing is one of my hobbies. One asked me what I was doing at a Cracker Barrel in Kansas the previous week. Nothing...I've never been to Kansas, despite his being positive he saw my car there!
My car enables me to get to the store for the essentials. Groceries. Library books. Fabric. Yarn. Paint. Scrapbooking supplies.
It gets me to my friends' homes and back.
It does all this while making me smile at the reactions I get. And it keeps me in line. I've had messages from friends who were on a freeway overpass and saw me heading north and wondered where I was going. You can't get away with anything when your car is one of a kind!