All things being equal might be my least favorite phrase ever. When are all things EVER equal. It might bother me more than when people say things like “irregardless” and yet not as much as when people say “supposably”. Or worse yet, use supposedly for something that is true fact.
Anyway…I got an email last night that one of my favorite little fabric shops is for sale. The owner is expecting a baby girl this Spring and apparently babies take time away from businesses. I’m torn. I’m equally sad that the store might change and sad that I can’t be the one to buy it. I don’t even know that I’m the fabric store owner type. It’s really a quilting shop and I’m not a quilter. All things being equal (like that?), if the boys were older, I’d be devising a plan to present to ptb right now and saying screw it to writing a blog post. It is THE cutest shop and they carry designer fabrics I can’t find
many other places locally. I can go and touch fabric and see the actual colors. I do hope someone buys it and continues to keep up with the look and feel the shop has now.
For now the boys aren’t older and I’m not a quilter. I’m just a mom who likes to make stuff for her kids and sometimes for other people too. A mom who loves to support small local businesses as best she could and look at pretty things in fabric stores. All things aren’t equal and that sucks. As much as I love to shop online, nothing will ever beat going into a shop and picking the item you want. Feeling my future quilt project while it is still on the bolt. Smelling the coffee beans in bin instead of a shrink wrapped package arriving in the mail. Discovering new music as you walk through a shop rather than navigating the iTunes Store. Until Smell-a-vision is reality, shopping online can’t beat a small local shop where I can talk to the owner about my next project. So now what’s a girl to do? Somebody awesome, quick, go buy that store. And hire me part time 😉