I shouldn't have gone in there, and I knew it the second I stepped inside. Sort of like one of those moths that go right for the flame, knowing full well they're going to be zapped. Couldn't help it though. I think the sales lady knew it too; she got my information on their mailing list good and quick. So I find myself with a random gorgeous box, two fat quarters, iron-on transfer paper, and that dazed feeling that comes when you get blindsided by something like you love. Damn you, Joann. Damn you and your craftiness.
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