Well hello, Kansas City. Today I drove down to KC to meet my mom for a girls shopping weekend. Mom needed a break from Wichita, and we thought it would be fun to get a hotel on the plaza. There was a predicted ice storm in Kansas, so I called mom as I was leaving Minneapolis to make sure we were still on. It was 7:30 am, and she answered perkily and said of course we were still on. I told her I was leaving, and she said, “So am I!” Considering I live 7 hours away, and she lives 3, I was concerned that she would be stuck waiting for me, but she insisted she was going to stop at a few antique stores on the way up.
I got to KC at 2:30, checked in, and she was no where to be found. I showered, shaved and dressed before she arrived. Needless to say, my mother takes antiquing to an entirely new level.
After arriving, she laid down for a nap after settling in, and I only had an hour of daylight left, so I ran out to shoot some images of the architecture. I know many of my Minneapolis friends have never been to Kansas City, but the Plaza will always hold a special place in my heart. A few times as a kid we would come up here for back-to-school shopping (which was supreme as there was no Gap or Banana Republic in Wichita). There were horse-drawn carriages, fancy food and the sidewalks sparkled with glitter. Now what pre-teen girl wouldn’t think that was awesome?