For the Love of Pompoms
When I was five I remember standing in the fabric store mesmerized by all the colors of thread. It felt like a whole new world opened up to me. Seeing all those beautiful colors next to each other was just pure magic. So I did the most rational thing possible. Picked out my very favorite colors and stuck them deep into my pockets. Most five year olds shoplift candy or toys. But not me. I go for thread. I am hardcore. I don’t think we got far before my mom realized what I had done and I had to return them to the store.
So this week I decided I was going to make a pompom garland. My mom gave me her stash of yarn. But my heart was longing for some bright happy colors. So off I ventured to the fabric store, thinking I would only buy one or two new colors.
For the love of pompoms people, why has no one ever warned me about the yarn section at the fabric store? I was instantly five years old again. I wanted every single darn shade. I can’t even tell you how happy it made my little heart. Oh how I love color!
Now I never want to leave this happy little corner of my home.