At the fabric store yesterday there’s two older women sitting across the pattern book carrel from me.
L1: “How about this one?”
L1: “You don’t like it.”
L2: “I didn’t say that.”
L1: “I can tell by the look on your face, mom.”
At this point, I couldn’t help but laugh a little.
L1: “See even that lady over there is smiling because she knows you don’t like it.”
Me: “No, I’m only smiling because I have a mom too.”
I don’t know why the exchange amused me so much, probably because I also have a mom (pictured here, without her permission, but I love this picture so much, so I don’t care).
I need to take and post picures of my finished projects. I need to make a storyboad post or something of my upcoming projects. Mostly, now that I’m finally caught up on Mad Men, I need to spend some time sewing so I can get more intimate with my new machine. Or maybe I need to put on pants and go get me some fried pickles for lunch.