I returned to the evil place that is walmart. They anticipated my arrival. They tried to lure me by placing the baby product trial size accessories on sale. There is no depth in which they will not descend in their attempts to part me with my precious dollars. I remained steadfast. I came for the material, thread, measuring tape. Left with material, thread, measuring tape. It is of no consequence that they didn't have diet cherry coke. That has nothing to do with me leaving with exactly what I came in for.
I have been looking forward to breaking out the sewing machine for quite some time. I have to make a practice run (always make a practice of a first pattern attempt) and then it will be on to using wonderful stuff. I love the texture of the stuff I have found. It was worth the wait.
Tonight, John and I are going to see Greg Morris perform in a bar near us. The bliss that awaits me, I can hardly contain myself!
I woke up at 6 with him, and then I went back to bed, woke up at ten. Weird weird dreams about being a maternity doctor, and a baby being born feet first that didn't want me to give it a bath, and I'm trying to reason with this 2 minute old baby that it's 'all messy, and it needs a bath.'
See what I mean by weird?
Posted by hawkie at February 13, 2004 10:23 AM