Then Marcy and I hoofed it to the Jo-Ann fabrics and crafts as Labor Day sales are the best at fabric stores. There we encountered a gentleman patiently waiting for his wife, after overhearing what we were working on he showed us a picture of his grand father arresting Machine Gun Kelly in 1933, super cool. Dude emailed it to me.
|Oh hey notice how all of the police officers aren't wearing uniforms...|
Then we stood in an extremely long check out line. The only thing that made it longer was a gremlin hell beast that had sobbed the ENTIRE time we were in the store. That fuck topped out at well over a half an hour, which is about 25 minutes longer than it needed to be doing anything.
I will openly admit that I gave that little bitch some side eye the likes of which he couldn't even comprehend, which caused it to hide behind it's awful mother.
|Pictured: Actual photo of Shitty Child.|
Remember earlier when I said that fabric stores have the best sales on Labor Day? I need to amend that statement to:
Hancock Fabric jizzes all over Jo-anns face when it comes to sales.
The pattern we already bought? We paid 11 bucks for it.
At Hancock...1.99. Not to mention 50% off fabric.
Which is huge.
Why is this huge do you ask?
I have never in my life bought 20$ a yard fabric...until yesterday.
After sticker shock and amazing coupons we trucked it over to what will undoubtedly be the next thrift store in the St. Louis area to close: SAVERS!
For their out of control, one of a kind, you have to slap yourself in the face to believe it could be real, 50% off every damn thing in the store sale.
Don't forget to bring your walking shoes because you will park half a mile away.
Also, don't forget your mace, bear or otherwise you will have to deal with over zealous old women.
Oh and let's not forget your patience--because yes, you are working, and yes you are measuring mens shirts, and no thank you guy with the eyes that are a little too light and unsettling, neither one of us really wants to be hit on in a thrift store.
Thanks though (coincidentally that's the second time that's happened at the Savers...something about chicks measuring mens shirts and the smell of lysol I guess.).
|Ya, you're cute and all but there's just something not quite right here...are you even old enough to drive?|
We had saved so much money.
...all for the price of our sanity
and we had never really had that any way, right?
Leftover pizza. Nap. Repeat.