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So my Mom (Hi Mom) pointed out that I didn't blog last Friday for Friday Freak Out. You know what I have to say to that? I was busy! I didn't feel like it! You can't tell me what to do! Pppppbbbbttttt!!!!!!!!
My mother and I have a very mature relationship.
So my planned topic was about Fabric. But really it's about fabric stores.
I've been shopping this week for some fabrics for baby quilts. My cousin and his wife are having twins! Girls! YAY! This is momentous as it's been nothing but boys for years. Don't get me wrong, I adore my nephews and find that the toys I get to buy them are much cooler than the girl toys. But frilly girly dresses and hair bows and pink! Finally!
It is so hard to pick out fabric! There are entirely too many adorable pink baby fabrics to choose from. I know infinite choices are the American Way but come on!
Not to mention the stores. They're terrible in so many ways. There's the true fabric stores, have lots choices. They're usually well established. They were opened when that neighborhood was a nice middle class kind of place but now it's not. So these kinds of stores range from Staff Does a Subtle Double Take When White Girl Walks In to I Need to Keep a Line of Sight on My Car at All Times. Then there's the mass market fabric-and-crafts stores that only have enough fabric so they can keep it in their description. They really make their money on all the scrapbookers and people who think they're going to make it big selling bead necklaces on Etsy.
At the established fabric stores I get asked at least once, by every staff member, if I need help. When I browse for more than ten minutes, they do a lot of "fly-by's" like I'm going to somehow shoplift a bolt of cloth. And what am I suppose to say to these people when they ask me if I need help? "Uh yes, can you please decide between the little birdies and the funny monkeys for me?"
At the mass market stores it's the complete opposite. While I enjoy shopping with no interruption, if I actually make a fabric selection and would like to purchase said fabric it's like I asked them to do my trig homework. That's if I can find anyone in the first place. So they roll out the fabric to measure with much eye rolling and obvious sighing. I'm truly sorry you only make minimum wage and hate your job, but could you please just give me my fabric without the tantrum?
Then there's spoonflower, which I adore because I don't need to deal with people to shop for fabric but Jeebus they're expensive!
It's all pretty much a no-win situation.