Busted

All my grand plans for yesterday turned out to be a big wad of uselessness. The scissors sharpening person had personal problems (don’t we all?) and so sharpening day is postponed…unless I want to drive 30 minutes to another location on Friday. Or else the manager can hold your knives and scissors and take them over for you and you can pick them up Saturday! Sure, you bet. You know how you aren’t supposed to let your rings out of your sight when you are getting them cleaned? That is how I feel about my knives and scissors. I’m very attached.

We then drove to the Great American Quilt Factory, which should really have a sign saying, “Everyone Under 50 Don’t Bother Coming In Because We Are Not About to Give you the Time of Day.” And the fabrics? Eh. I seriously don’t understand what is so great about that store. It took me 20 minutes to figure out where they kept the patterns they supposedly stock, because they are nowhere near the samples. But at least I didn’t find what I was looking for. Seriously, no greeting or anything. One of the women who owns it/works there/whatever looked directly at me when I walked in and said nothing. Absolutely nothing. And that’s how much I’m going to spend in your store, honey.

Plus I was getting annoyed at the lady who kept asking everyone checking out, “Are you in our computer?” The correct answer being, “No, I’m standing right here.” She was kind of snipey about it. Why can’t someone just buy something without being given a geography quiz? What’s your zip code? And I am such a sap, I always say my right one, instead of 90210. They want you in the computer so they can send you stuff, and when you spend $500 you get more stuff. I like when the stores just type in any zip code and don’t bother to ask.

Let’s contrast this visit to my first visit to the Fancy Tiger store in Denver. It’s really hip, urban, etc. The people working there were really friendly and I didn’t feel unhip at all in there, even though we all know I am, tragically.

The store happened to be next to a fairly large antique mall so we went in. Anymore, these things are not that great, because most of the good stuff ends up on eBay, and the rest looks like it was rescued from Goodwill, or else stuff we cleared out from my mother’s and grandmother’s estates. There were a few pretty items, but I just didn’t have it in me to spend $85 on a cake plate. Well, that’s a chronic condition, actually, the whole “I can’t spend $85 on a cake plate” disease. Sure was pretty, though. And I’m convinced cookies and cakes look so much prettier on a fancy plate than in a rubbermaid container.

Then we came home and I made myself a frappucino, way better and oodles cheaper than the store we all love to hate, and John and Bubba came home. William earned his whittling chip (a card they give Cub Scouts who have taken knife safety class) and whittled me a heart out of soap. So cute!

Finally, John registered for his class reunion and I decided I have nothing to wear, despite spending an entire day at the mall. Must go back. There’s the typical dinner dance thing, plus a family event with hiking! Of course, who looks cute hiking except the REI models? Hiking shoes are soooo not cute!

At least I have bronzer.