Joanne’s
So I’m having a clown party for my soon to be four year old and am trying to put together a costume. I do not sew, so I have to be very creative with getting this clown thing put together. I just need to run to the fabric store for a few things to finish things up. I never spend much time in the acutally fabric section of the store, why would I? Instead, my son and I look at decorations and put silly things on our head. I find what I need and proceed to the cutting area. While waiting, I notice a very paticular phenonion. All the women before me are telling the fabric people all about what they are going to sew. Who cares!? For crying out loud, just get your fabric and go home and make your blanket for you cousin’s, husband’s new little baby. I was not really bothered by this, I was only thinking of the poor girl who just wants her shift to be over so she can go to Starbucks and check her messages. Then it was my turn. I plop my fun polka dot, and shiny red fabric on the table. The girl looks at me and says, “Wheww…nice” And that’s all it took… and out it came. I told her all about our clown party and Luke’s cute little overalls, and how I was going to make a bow, and look at these fun patches. Oh-my-gosh, I couldn’t stop. Somebody needed to help me. I was so excited. Excited to share this joy with someone! Someone who really cares about my silly little clown costume.
