The engine light will still be on in the van;
The internet will not work;
The sewing machine will break;
Your kid will break his brand new roller shade;
You will break the 40 year old medicine cabinet, raining down 1/4 inch thick plate glass mirror all over yourself;
And your kid will not spend a single solitary moment entertaining himself.
So, as soon as your husband gets home from work you will drive yourself to the thrift store.
And when you find nothing there, you will drive yourself to another thrift store. Actually, you will drive yourself to 6 thrift stores, even though gas is $4 a gallon, because you are hoping to not come back home until your kid is in bed.
At the very last thrift, you will spy a small piece of fabric in a 40lb bag of fabric and yarn.
You will be so excited over the prospect of what looms in the bag, that you will not care that the dude at the register all but accuses of you trying to steal from them since their tag has fallen off the very heavy, very flimsy plastic bag while you are trying to drag it to the register.
24 hours later you will still be so in love with what was in that bag that you will even iron some of it, and take the time to take nice photos of it.
All 55 pieces in their lovely vintage tiny print goodness.
Some days are not so bad after all.
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Labels: vintage fabric