A Happy Story

Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it. –Fyodor Dostoevsky

I picked Grace up from her week at the spa. We've been busy —>.

When I went to the shop to pick Grace up, I went in the back door. They keep it propped open in the summer for better air flow. Using the back door just seems like a bad thing to do to me. The workers can't see the back door from the front counter. I could pick up as many bolts of fabric as I could carry and be out that back door before anyone noticed I'd made off with them. It just seems so sneaky to me, so I usually walk around to the front. But for some reason, I went in the back door that day. Maybe because it was hot outside and the back door was close to the car. Maybe it was because it had been 12 days since Grace and I made anything together and I was anxious to get her home. Or maybe it was kismet. But it was probably because it was hot outside and the back door was close to the car.

As I stepped into the shop, I found myself face to face with the clearance table. And we all know how much I love a great deal {or if you don't, I'm telling you now, I love to find a bargain!}. I looked down and some pretty red and black fabrics right on the bottom shelf caught my eye. One of them was a coordinate of the pretty City Sparkler Roses I've picked for my Chubby Stars Quilt. It wasn't one of the coordinates I'm going to use in my quilt, but my heart rate picked up just a little because while I was there to pick up my machine, I was also going to pick up some more of the Rose fabric I'd seen on that nearly full bolt when I dropped Grace off {I even brought coupons }, and if the coordinate was on the clearance rack, then perhaps the Roses were there as well. I moved down the row of fabrics, willing the bolt of Roses to be there. I'd almost reached the end of the red and black section and was starting to feel a little let down when there that nearly full bolt of Roses was, hiding behind the clearance sign. This time I did swallow my gum. It was 25% off AND I had a coupon for an additional 15% off any one cut of clearance fabric up to 6 yards. I only needed 5. I did a little happy dance right there in the store {luckily none of the workers could see me from the front counter}. Even though it wasn't a 50% off coupon or even really a 40% off coupon, it felt like it .

As if that wasn't enough, today as I was working out the links for this post, I noticed that the City Sparklers coordinate I am going to use in my quilt is on sale for 40% at an on-line shop and their original price was lower than the LQS had the City Sparkler fabrics marked, so it is almost on sale for 50% off too. Unfortunately, I'll probably spend more on shipping than on the ½ yard cut of fabric that I need .

I guess that was more like three happy stories.

In a completely separate and unrelated matter, today is a very special day for Mrs. P over at Quilting in My Pyjamas. Well, it is actually tomorrow in Australia and when it gets to be tomorrow here it will have been her yesterday, which goes to show that Einstein may just have known what he was talking about. I figure that as of the time this posts, it will be about 5:30 am her time on September 21 {I think that she lives 15½ times zones ahead of me, because whenever we chat it is about 30 minutes later than I think it will be}, which is about the time she starts her day. So, head over there and send her some lovely birthday wishes. She'll be turning 21, in case you want to know, which makes her the youngest grandmother in the history of ever.

Happy Birthday Mrs. P.

Thanks for making the blogisphere a happier and funnier place. I ♥ you.