Just So You Know

Shopping spree at lunch.

It’s sad when some people equate love with money. Everyone knows one, that person that always has to pick up the tab for the group, even when you know that they’re in a tight situation. The woman who brags how much her husband loves her based on the worth of the stones on her wrist. The kids who have everything money can buy and every lesson the babysitter or nanny can haul them too.
I often wonder how many of those “gifted” people would trade it all for time with the giver.
Then I think of my own situation. My mother loves to show her love by showering people with STUFF. Mind you, it doesn’t have to be useful; it just has to be something that she thinks reminds her of you.
My husband is a 3X. She buys him medium size shirts that she finds on sale because she knows he likes to wear black. Luckily, my daughter wears a men’s medium and likes to wear black.
She heard that I’m looking for yellow purses and knows that I will resort to making one in order to have what I want and thus she has been buying me yellow fabric. Velour does not make for a good bag. Neither does quilting cotton. Luckily I have uses for both of those (I did suggest that she would be better and turning the velour into a baby blanket for a grandkid).
Today however was actually a nice day with Mom. Over the weekend I ran out of background fabric for my Drunkard’s Path quilt. So over lunch I planned to go see if anymore of the clearance bolt was still available. Did I mention that whispering the word “Clearance” around my mom is like waving a red flag in front of a bull?
Luckily I had to be back to work so we were only there for 45 minutes. I really shouldn’t complain though. Not only did I get my 2 yards of background fabric, I ended up walking out with 9 2/3 yards of a nice ivy background fabric (still on the bolt), 3 yards of Christmas fabric, 2 ¼ yards of a red 30’s reproduction print, 3 yards of a green 30’s reproduction print, two pre-printed pillowcase sets for embroidering, a free pattern for 30’s prints, a bottle of jam for a sick neighbor, and ½ yard of a bright blue print (they didn’t have any fat quarters cut so when the woman offered to cut one, my mother said, we’ll take 2 but don’t split the center seam.) It would have been cheaper to buy 2 fat quarters than the yardage price.
And my husband wonders where I got my shopaholic tendencies?

posted by Shondratasha @ 17:25