All training and work and anything else had to be put on hold during my lunch hour today.
I had a very important mission to accomplish. I had to get a new helmet flower.
We got our new Giro helmets in this weekend and I sported it on Sunday. But, as lovely as it was, it just wasn't cutting it for me. It was flowerless.
I tried to remember where Soni got the cute little flower that I have been sporting in my old helmet. And then I remembered....a craft store.
craft store. Like, with, craft things.
I am so not a craft things person.
I googled up the closest crafts store in Morgan Hill and found a place called JoAnns or something. I walked in and let me just say....why haven't you people told me about these craft stores?
I spent forever walking up and down all the aisles of fun. Gone are the days of bags of googly eyes and popsicle sticks and pipe cleaners. Crafts are totally hot and trendy now.
(By the way, when did this whole scrapbooking thing start? That stuff is just plain out of control. Looks like a lot of work for some pictures. I didn't even know people printed out pictures anymore, much less went to that kind of trouble. I used to just raise the film over the sticky page in an album, throw a bunch of pics in that seemed somewhat the same, and stuck the sticky page back on top)
I found my fake flowers and some other stuff and then I spotted some shiny sparkly fabric that I knew would just be perfect for something meaningless and bella. I had to have it.
I loaded up three of those fabric roll thingies in my cart with the fake flowers and my other stuff and headed for the register.
The cashier looked at the giant rolls of fabric in my cart and asked if I had measured the whole roll. I was confused, don't they know how much material they put in a roll before they put it on the shelves?
Luckily, before my ignorance could be made audible, the cashier instructed me to go to the cutting desk place to have my fabric measured and cut.
I rolled my cart over to the big cutting desk place and put my rolls up on the counter. The lady with the smock and the scissors and the giant button that read "Lou Ann" (Do they all put "Ann" after their names, I wondered) asked me how much.
I must have had that same blank look on my face as when the butcher asks me that. Because, at the butcher, before I can mumble out an "I have no idea, can't you weigh it, spice it, and cook it up for me?", they always ask me for how many people or something helpful.
And Lou Ann asked me what I would be using it for. Which was nice and all, but I had no idea what I was using it for. I just knew it was bright and sparkly and fun and I would maybe use it to cover a table at Sea Otter, or a wall at a bella party, or a part of a costume, or....and the thought of explaining how I needed it for a women's bike racing team and didn't know yet what I wanted to do with it, just seemed ridiculous.
So I told her "2". Wasn't even sure what the unit of measurement was, but 2 seemed good. Now I have 6 yards of sparkly bright fabric (Glitter Organza for the initiated)to figure out what to do with.
And a new flower for my helmet.