The Day of the Coupon
Mar. 13th, 2019 09:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crockpotcauldronThe day of the $10 fabric store coupon has arrived - and nearly slipped past, but luckily I double checked the date on the coupon. After a brief goat-related errand, I was deposited at the fabric store. I slowly and casually browsed through the whole store. Looking at quilt fabric is nothing but frustrating when I'm away from my sewing supplies. I just have a little cigarette case of mending equipment with me, and the kiddo has managed to notch my little scissors. They weren't the good scissors, at least, just a plain pair of nail scissors, but I loathe sharpening blades.
The town is apparently so sketchy that stores don't offer public bathrooms, for fear of people shooting up in them. I have yet to find a public bathroom in the entire town, and it really does cut trips short. Apparently the public bathrooms that do exist are full of biohazard sharps containers, because they've had serious trouble with needles in the regular garbage cans. Yikes. There is also a loud alarm that goes off any time someone walks into the jewelry section of the craft store. Not very relaxing.
I browsed through the books and didn't find anything worthwhile. The dime cart and the quilt guild sales have spoiled me for craft books, though I'm still sad about missing this month's quilt guild library sale. I have an insatiable hunger for discount books. The clearance section was entertaining, though - an entire set of clear plastic high heels, slightly bigger than porcelain doll sized, for some obscure wedding decoration function. Why shoes? Is it Cinderella themed? The box had an illustration of some sort of chocolate stick perched in the shoe. Another picture featured the shoe itself rolled in sugar. I am baffled. If they sold em individually, I'd get a couple and make a Cinderella doll, but there were like twenty in the box.
I found another copy of that little bronze hobbit door pendant and picked it up, along with a leather string. I found a black and white fat quarter with wolves on it (okay, dogs, but they're cartoons), and then ran out of time, so I grabbed a Twix bar and a little chocolate ball to bump the subtotal over ten bucks. Forty seven cents later, I walked out of the store with my loot. I had just enough time to eye the burger shop next door lustfully, but then my ride arrived. This, and a trip to the P.O. box tomorrow, will have to keep me going over the next week. God, I hope the Bad Things go well next week. I can't buy tickets home until things resolve, but jesus fuck I want to go home.
The town is apparently so sketchy that stores don't offer public bathrooms, for fear of people shooting up in them. I have yet to find a public bathroom in the entire town, and it really does cut trips short. Apparently the public bathrooms that do exist are full of biohazard sharps containers, because they've had serious trouble with needles in the regular garbage cans. Yikes. There is also a loud alarm that goes off any time someone walks into the jewelry section of the craft store. Not very relaxing.
I browsed through the books and didn't find anything worthwhile. The dime cart and the quilt guild sales have spoiled me for craft books, though I'm still sad about missing this month's quilt guild library sale. I have an insatiable hunger for discount books. The clearance section was entertaining, though - an entire set of clear plastic high heels, slightly bigger than porcelain doll sized, for some obscure wedding decoration function. Why shoes? Is it Cinderella themed? The box had an illustration of some sort of chocolate stick perched in the shoe. Another picture featured the shoe itself rolled in sugar. I am baffled. If they sold em individually, I'd get a couple and make a Cinderella doll, but there were like twenty in the box.
I found another copy of that little bronze hobbit door pendant and picked it up, along with a leather string. I found a black and white fat quarter with wolves on it (okay, dogs, but they're cartoons), and then ran out of time, so I grabbed a Twix bar and a little chocolate ball to bump the subtotal over ten bucks. Forty seven cents later, I walked out of the store with my loot. I had just enough time to eye the burger shop next door lustfully, but then my ride arrived. This, and a trip to the P.O. box tomorrow, will have to keep me going over the next week. God, I hope the Bad Things go well next week. I can't buy tickets home until things resolve, but jesus fuck I want to go home.
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Date: 2019-03-15 02:55 pm (UTC)