How is it that I can walk into a craft store resolved not to buy anything except for what I need but by the time I get back out the door four hours later I’m carrying more crap then I’ll ever even dream of using?
Those bastards are almost as good as Wal-Mart when it comes to one upping your cart contents…
Pipe cleaners and glitter anyone?
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Jose said:
on September 22, 2007 at 7:36 pm
It’s always nice to read from a fellow Arizonan. It’s true, my daughter used to go to the scrapp book store for one thing and used to come out with a bunch of things. They aren’t cheat either.
RisibleGirl said:
on September 23, 2007 at 8:43 am
I simply must avoid craft stores. I’m NOT a crafty person, so only go in there when there is something specific I need for a specific project.
By the time I leave the store, I’ve convinced myself that I am indeed a crafty person and have a cart full of stuff to prove it.
It doesn’t take long before the objects from that cart are hidden away in the closet never to be seen again.
LaDonna said:
on September 27, 2007 at 9:57 pm
HA! That is so me!