With an FO under my belt, it was time for more acquisition. I decided to do some wondering around my new hometown yesterday, and despite getting lost and the offer of a ride from some super creepy dude, it was fun. Especially because I found a funky quilt shop with some deluxe fabric. Quilt shops are a weird destination for me because...I don't quilt. But for $8.95, I had to have a yard of this happiness. I'm thinking pillows, or maybe just carrying it around at all times like a security blanket.
Tired and regretting the choice of flip flops for this multi-mile walking adventure, I found a resale shop whose sales benefitted the local Habitat for Humanity. I generously donated $.27 (I forgot thrift stores had tax) for a record titled "Pistol Packin Mama" - indeed. I ran home to tear apart the ugly, plain, hand-me-down plastic clock that once resided above my stove. Stretch did a little destruction and reconstruction and viola: it's time to rock!
