Rockin’ the Ripple

Yesterday I parked myself along the canal for the Rocky Ripple Festival, and let me tell you—this neighborhood knows how to throw an all-day party. From morning coffee to the last guitar chord, the place was buzzing.

The weather couldn’t have been better—blue skies, a soft breeze, and just enough sunshine to make my hubcaps sparkle. Bands played back-to-back sets while a long line of food trucks and local vendors kept everyone fueled. The energy was pure festival magic.

All day, people wandered in and out of my shelves, calling me “awesome,” “adorable,” and even “the cutest bookstore on wheels.” I blushed—well, as much as aluminum can.

I rolled out the holiday titles and gift picks, and they didn’t stay put for long. Picture books, cozy chapter reads, and a few seasonal surprises flew off the shelves faster than I could straighten them.

By the time the sun set, I was happily tired and just a little lighter—always the sign of a good day.

Rolling home with a lighter load,
XO Sylvia