The siren call of Hobby Lobby

Ever since we arrived here in the greater Dallas/Fort Worth area and Kevin went back to work, I have sequestered myself inside our new home and have been like a little squirrel looking for the nuts it buried sometime last spring. Squirrely runs from spot to spot thinking “hmmm…I know that darn acorn is around here somewhere!”. That has kind of been me…moving from one box to another discovering long lost friends and favorite things.

I hate having all my stuff “somewhere”. I want to have it out, where I can find it and access it when necessary. I also hate Kevin waking me up at o’dark thirty wanting to know where my sewing basket is so he can sew a button on the his pants. Um….hey, in a box somewhere! (I am, apparently, not the most caring person first thing in the morning.)

So I have dedicated myself to unpacking and unpacking and unpacking and now *ta daaaa* pretty much everything we need for our lives to run smoothly on a day to day basis has been unpacked and has a happy new home here in Texas. (Oh, and in case you were wondering, yes, Kevin’s pants have reacquired their button.)

I have also dedicated myself to not. leaving. the. house. by. myself.

I’d like to tell you it’s because I am such a hard worker and couldn’t bear to leave the boxes unpacked while I went out and explored the city. But that would be a big fat lie. Obviously, I did want to unpack my boxes and find my things. However, I could have spared an hour here or there to go out.

But no.

The real reason that I haven’t left the house while Kevin is out at work is that I have pretty much been a big fat scaredy cat too afraid to go out by myself. For some reason, the idea of going out without Kevin made me want to crawl back into bed and never come out again. So I became a hermit squirrel. A big scaredy hermit squirrel. I would stay inside and unpack boxes and clean and watch tv and basically avoid doing anything that would require me to go outside. Well, I did check the mail….but that was a big step.

Ok.

Well, now that embarrassing little bit of information is out there, I would like to announce that today was a big day for me.

I left my house. BY MYSELF.

I couldn't stomach opening one more stinking cardboard box. I didn’t want to unpack it and then decide where to put its contents. I had had enough.

So I found my driver’s license and dusted it off (you know cuz I haven’t driven in a couple weeks) and ventured out into the wild blue yonder. If the wild blue yonder can be interpreted as a local thrift store and Hobby Lobby.

I’d never been before to Hobby Lobby as we do not have them in Boise. I have, however, shouted “HOBBY LOBBY!!” every time we’ve driven past it. Because it’s name makes me so happy.

So I went.

And I liked it.

And well, now, I kind of a have a crush on Hobby Lobby. First of all, like I said before, I love its name. Hobby Lobby is the coolest name on the planet for a crafty store. (I really really like things that rhyme.) Secondly, pretty much every crafty thing under the sun was right there at my finger tips and ON SALE. I was lucky that I got out of there spending only $15.66. I was pretty impressed with my willpower.

Now you know. I heart Hobby Lobby. And I think just maybe, Hobby Lobby might heart me too!

Ps….tomorrow I plan on plan on posting pictures of my cute house and some of the cool stuff I bought at HOBBY LOBBY!