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craft store, craft supplies, Family, Humor, Little Boy, Motherhood, Parenting, Photos, Shopping
Recently my little son celebrated his birthday. This year we had a ‘themed” birthday party which almost killed me to prepare for, but that’s a another blog. One of the gifts he received was money from his grandpa. Money means shopping for a gift of one’s chosing.
My little son loves the craft store and loves doing ‘crafty things’. As a matter of fact we call him ‘crafty guy’. Every morning before school he takes out his crafty supplies and creates something. It makes me nuts. Little Boy knew exactly what he wanted to spend his birthday cash on. He wanted to the craft store for more supplies. I’m not a crafty gal. I don’t like doing crafty things. The only thing I like less than doing crafty things is going to the craft store.
A trip to the craft store is what I refer to my family as going to the “torture chamber”.
Today I thought I would take you on our hourendous fun trip to the craft store.
Here we are. At the craft store. Sadly this store is within walking distance of my home.
Outside the store there are always huge bins of crap stuff the store is trying to get rid of.
There is so much I don’t like about the craft store. The smell is one of the top things. I believe these awful candles are to blame. Their fake scents are overpowering.
Little Boy loves space and creating a solar system is his favorite. However, we already have 4 other solar systems in our home. I told him to look elsewhere.
Toward the front of the store are bins and bins of junk. These are the items Little Boy loves the most.
Craft stores don’t just have crafty things they have toys too. Little Boy loves plastic animals. We stood in front of the plastic animals for a long time. I gently reminded him we already have 5,000 plastic animals at home. However, apparently one can never have too many plastic animals.
Who doesn’t like puff balls? Me, that’s who.
It’s never too soon to start on the 4th grade mission project.
Is there anything worse than the bow and fake flower section? Nothing comes to mind.
I tried to get Little Boy to visit some sections I might enjoy. He informed me, “That stuff is for girls.” Perhaps he forgot I am a girl.
The cake section. My worst nightmare.
Huge row of bins filled with…you fill in the blank.
No shopping trip would be complete without a few personal grooming items and some lingerie.
Shopping is hard work at the craft store. Luckily there is huge display of healthy choices to replenish depleted energy.
We spent over 45 minutes shopping and didn’t even get to many sections of the store. By the time we left my head hurt, my nose was clogged and I was extremely grumpy. I vowed never to step foot in the craft store again unless they open a bar.





































