I tried, I really tried.
I tried to make it work.
I tried to embrace your 40% off coupons, aisles of decorative imported and discounted seasonal junque, and red ticket synthetic fabrics.
It was the waiting that did it. I just could not stand the lines at the register. Or the lines at the cutting table.
Especially the lines at the cutting table.
I shudder to think how long it would take to cut this lovely pile of green goodness.
Maybe as long as it took me to slice up all of this for my monochromatic Project Modern quilt.
Guess which color I am going to use?
I like green.
But I digress...
JoAnn, I'm not leaving you for something as superficial as appearance.
My new love isn't much to look at. In fact, she's a shack.
The Fabric Shack.
There are no lines at the Fabric Shack, no employees bad-mouthing the management, no small children racing carts down the aisles of discounted crudola.
There are just lovely quilters who know all about fabric and designers. There are amazing remnants. They even have a website and they actually package your chosen fabrics and send it to you the next day.
I think I found Nirvana. In a Shack.
Goodbye, JoAnn. It was nice while it lasted.
Where's the like button? :)
Posted by: Gillian | 03/03/2011 at 02:11 AM