The Fabric World’s Seedy Underbelly

Today is my mom’s birthday so I thought it appropriate to dedicate this post unto her.

On Wednesday, May 30 I posted the following status update on Facebook:

“My mother is happiest when she is crafting or shopping. I suspect I’m adopted.”

To which my brother Jade commented, “I still hate shopping. She did permanent damage to me.”

Though I make a bi-annual pilgrimage into Hobby Lobby, most of the damage of my mother’s marathon shopping trips was done in fabric stores. To this day, I catch one whiff of fabric and a flood of childhood fabric-store trauma washes over me.

And no, I’m not being melodramatic.

As a part of Hadley’s bedroom makeover, I was forced to face my fabric-store angst by going to JoAnn’s with Hadley and my mother-in-law, Linda. As I staggered around (careful not to inhale), I looked and Hadley was GONE.

I started to freak out. This was her first time in a fabric store–had she been devoured by the seedy underbelly of the textile world?

And then I found Hadley in her element.

Some say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

I say it skipped a generation.

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