I am not at ALL crafty. While other women are going to scrapbooking parties and filling photo albums with cute captions and beautiful papers I am busy stuffing my photos in an ugly shoe box filled with good intentions. Some crafty souls make tree skirts and curtains and diapers and advent calendars. Me? I buy em.
So a couple weeks ago a girl at work was making these cool looking blankets with NO SEWING! They were basically a couple pieces of fleece tied together with knots. Well hey, I could do that!
So one night after the dishes were done and my guys were busy setting up the train set I decided to run out to the fabric store and get some fleece and try making one of those blankets.
In the interest of full disclosure I should tell you that I also hate to drive at night. I've never been too keen on it and as I get older my night vision seems to be waning. And if it is raining (hello? Oregon!) it makes it that much worse. Lights reflect off my glasses, bike riders are harder to see etc. And on this night it was pouring.
But I braved it, the store isn't that far away. I pulled up to the Mill End store and carefuly squeezed my mini van into a horribly small parking spot between two support pillars and dashed through the drizzling downpour into the store.
I am not a fabric store kinda gal.....I might as well be in a hardware store for all I know. I stared at the vast array of bolts of fabric wondering where to start when a woman marched up with a knowing look in her eye. I must of stood out, the bewilderment on my face shining like a badge. It was obvious she was an employee, she had a tape measure around her neck, glasses hanging from a lanyard that I am sure she made in her spare time and scissors poking out of her pocket. She approached me and said
"I guess they didn't tell you up front. We're closed."
At 6:30? What business closes at 6:30 anymore? Especially during peak holiday shopping time! I was flabbergasted. But I took it as a sign.
Fine. I didn't really want to attempt that stupid blanket anyway.
I dashed back to my car dodging the raindrops and hopped in. I was feeling a little pissy because I felt shot down over the whole affair. Oh well. I turned my head to watch for invisible bike riders and backed out of the tiny parking spot and promptly caved in the side of my precious van on a support post!
Wahhhhh. I love that car. And now I can't even open the driver's door. Well, I can but it makes a Godawful noise so I generally crawl over the seats and get in a different door. And the window only rolls down half way so drive-thru windows think I'm being freaky.
But then again, Mason and I are both lobbying hard for a new Dodge Caravan. They are so awesome! We were hoping for one for Christmas but that didn't happen.
No, it was an accident. Truly.