Never too old

For the very first time in my life, I made a Black Friday shopping strike.  Joanne's had quilting fabric on sale for $1.79 a yard, and I had a doorbuster coupon that gave me an extra 25% off if I came in before noon.  The store opened at 6, and I know what the lines would be like, so I left DH asleep and was at the store just as they opened the doors.  It took me ten minutes to grab my fabrics.  It took me a further hour and five minutes to stand in line till I got the fabric cut and paid for.  Swear to Dog, some people got NO sense!  There was a woman who was buying entire bolts of fabric and making the clerks measure out 3 yard pieces and cut and fold them for her.  She is incapable of cutting her fabric at home?  She is incapable of folding the sections while she's standing and waiting?  I mean  - jeeze - there are other people in the world.  And she kept running off and grabbing more bolts of fabric while the line kept growing behind her.  But, on the plus side, as I was standing there with my several bolts of fabric, the nice young lady in front of me said, "Would you like to share my cart?"  This store has about fifteen shopping carts, and the sixteenth person in line at the door didn't get one.  I was about thirtieth.  The young lady has great good karma now.  She was kind and generous.  ANd SO shy.  I tried to talk with her, but it just made her uncomfortable, so I relented and talked with the woman behind me.  As I got up to the cutting table, I realized that I had forgotten to get batting, but I couldn't have carried it anyhow, so I shrugged and proceeded to fold as the nice clerk cut, and if it looked like I was close to the end of the bolt, I just asked for the bolt end so she wouldn't have to take the time to cut.  When does a little more fabric ever go to waste?  And fat quarters were a dollar off.  I went mad.  I felt so sorry for the clerks that I bought Lindor Balls and gave them to the lady who cut for me, and to the lady who checked me out.

Then DH and I went to breakfast.  Then we hit the grocery store, went home and unloaded, then went out in search of the wiley Christmas tree.  For the past week it has been raining fit to drown the frogs - an inch a day with wind pushing it flat sideways.  But today was clear and dry!  You couldn't have picked a nicer day if you had looked for it in the catalogue.  The folks at the tree farm were organized and just delighted to have us there.  We knew what we wanted, found it right away, cut it and carried it overt the shaker and baler, and were on our way home within 20 minutes.  It was fabulous!

So DH set up the tree while I pulled the ornaments out of the attic.  Then he stamped the Christmas cards and took them to the post office while I dressed the tree.  We had turkey hash for dinner and a glass of wine apiece.  Life is so darn good!!