So I went to the fabric store with my wife yesterday. I’m telling you, my wife knows more about fabric and fabric stores than most of the people who work there. She is buds with almost all the little ladies that work in the fabric stores in our area; on a first-name basis, if you know what I mean. My job was to hold her place in line at the cutting table while she picked out the material and the pattern she needed. So mostly I just get to watch and listen; maybe put in a little side-bar or two.
There were two ladies working the cutting tables, measuring and cutting the material. At my table was a grandmother and her late teen granddaughter buying bright picture-pattern fleece material. The cutting lady was showing them how to do some complicated sewing maneuver. I said, “This is a great store. You can buy material and get free sewing lessons.” We all laughed. The grandma said, “We need all the help we can get.”
At the other table was a family of Hispanic ladies, an ‘older’ lady (not as old as me, but older than the others), two younger ladies and two or three children. Continue reading