My husband, Phil, and I have just returned home from a quick, evening shopping adventure at Michael's, on Everett Mall Way. We arrived just in time to rush inside from the steady drizzle, and pick up the item I needed for a resin art project. As we were checking out, another couple came through the doors, only to be told, "We're closed, sorry folks". They probably tried Walmart, next. Walmart may be all that's left, at nine p.m. on Friday night.
Fred Meyer's used to be a good place to find sewing notions, or even a few yards of fabric. Our local Fred Meyer's doesn't carry fabric anymore, so they're not on our favorite, late night shopping spree list anymore. Walmart has a good supply of miscellaneous fabric and notions, and an increasingly nice selection of beading materials and findings. Plus, it's close by.
We aso have a nice JoAnn's just a few blocks away. They're famous for their high quality fabrics. Fabric stores remind me of the shopping trips I'd take with my Mom when I was young. When your last sewing machine needle breaks, the night before you're planning to wear the prom dress Mom's making, you knew you'd be taking off together on a late night shopping trip. Usually, that also meant sharing a chocolate sundae, from Dick's Drive-In on our way home. (Lake City Dick's is my favorite!)
Phil enjoys finding the little things "just right" for my artistic creations. Thankfully, Phil's quick to grab the keys, and take me shopping for last minute arts and crafts items. His mother, RoseAnn, was here today visiting, and she made me think of what my Mom would have been sewing at this stage of her life. Our Moms were always working on some project, or another. Sometimes, Phil and I just sit together, and look through new books, patterns, and fabrics. Just like shopping sessions we'd share with our Moms when we were growing up, and what I've done with our four girls, too.
After we walk in the house, with just a little rain on our shoulders, I asked Phil if we have any ice cream left in the freezer. Phil smiles, and shows me the jar of chocolate topping, as he closes the cupboard door.
It's a Friday date night, courtesy of Michael's.