Fabric stores and the death of the soul

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It is a slow way to die. Pain would be preferable. All is grey. All is quiet. Help me.

Exquisite.

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[jengagne.livejournal.com]

I don't say this often, but: OMG. Perfect.

I used to work in a few fabric stores and this description is dead on. Although I must admit, one of the stores was more like a Third World bazaar, complete with live chickens, goats, and grimy feral children.

Even now, when I go to a fabric store, I find myself compulsively draping bolts of fabric that have been put away incorrectly. It's like the conditioning in "House of Stairs!"

And I've dragged my guy to a few fabric and bead stores in my time... at least I had the sense to feel sorry for him and make it quick! I'll definitely show him this essay and the associated comic. :D

[deromilly.livejournal.com]

LOL. I think that's the case with most non-sewers.

My experience is a bit different, though. (I prefer the shops like 3rd world markets... Unfortunately, there don't seem to be any where I am now...)
I run into the fabric shop for oh... 3 yards of chiffon for a bellydance veil. DH, instead of going to the Electronics Game store next door like any SANE man, comes with me. The next thing I know, I'm waiting for him. He's found the buttons... Gold ones. With filigree engraving. (Shlaynya would be proud - sorry obscure game reference.) Oh no. Now he's found the beads. I didn't need beads. I stayed AWAY from that section. Look! sparly sequins! Stencils!!! Must have those!
me: "Honey, we really need to meet meriwynn..." I DRAG him to the front where he pays for three times as many sparklies as I have in my stash at home and follows me off hugging them to his heart. He does complain that he gets the same treatment there that I sometimes get at gaming shops and car dealerships... he's male, so he couldn't POSSIBLY want these things for himself...or know what to do with them.

Dare I steal his beads or buttons for one of my projects... no.

I think I married the best guy in the world. He loses me in the power tool section of the Hardware store... much to the employees amusement.Though they've stopped asking me what project I'm going to use said power tools on. "I'm going to use the soldering iron to melt acrylic felt" left the poor associate I was talking to slack-jawed and drooling.

Then there was the nephew when he was 2 on being dragged to the embroidery store... "Do we HAVE to go to the boring store today?" "If you're good at the boring store, we can go to the rubber stamp store." "OH GOODY! OK." The rubber stamping ladies loved him, and he's developed a love of making art that rivals his mommy's.

[biomekanic.livejournal.com]

I have died this death on more than one occassion...

[miladycarol.livejournal.com]

*pout* I'll have you know that I caper for the SO's enjoyment at the bead store. It really isn't that bad.