Earlier this week when I was looking for something else I found a gift card for AC Moore. I used to love AC Moore. I lived at two separate times about a 30-40 minute walk away, a distance I found perfectly acceptable distance to travel when I didn't feel up to taking the bus.
The closest AC Moore to me now is in Dedham, and I steadfastly refuse to go there via public transit. It appears that there are two buses, but they leave from Forest Hills. I don't want to go from Braintree (the end of the Red Line) to Forest Hills (end of the Orange Line) only to hop on a bus for a craft store, even a good one. That is what shopping with friends or online is for after all. So, instead I bribed my hubby to drive out there.
Of course, the day after Black Friday is no better a day to be out than Black Friday itself. I wandered through the GameStop, which was bad because I reaffirmed that there were four or five games that I might still want in January. But first there was AC Moore.
I don't remember going to the AC Moore in Somerville during the holiday season. Maybe I was brighter then. But I went into the AC Moore which had more pine and potpourri scents than I could truly stand. Despite that I managed to mostly ninja my way through the store and find the beads and findings section. I was looking for bead caps to use on the ends of some of my knitted wreaths as an attractive way to finish them off without doing a 3 hour bail.
I also managed to find something for the Yankee Swap. Last year I wanted to get one of the giant remotes for the swap, but there wasn't one in the area when I finally got around to getting the gift. Of course, I have let too many people know about the remote as a perfect Yankee Swap gift (for when the $ limit is about 10 bucks) to get it this year, so I found something else that with the 40% off coupon was just outside the price limit.
Now I'm going back to squares. I haven't gotten nearly as far today as I did yesterday. I blame the nap, because I did about the same amount of stuff each day but I still haven't learned to knit in my sleep.
*This is for my hubby who reads the blog but claims not to understand most of what I write.
