This weekend I made a yarn and felt wreath for our front door to celebrate the new season. I tried this craft out last month and made a few as gifts, but I have been dying to make one for myself. When I went to Michael's to get the supplies for this project, I took a few pictures of Emmitt as we shopped. I immediately thought I needed to send them to my dad, so he could see that Emmitt is surely his grandson.
My parents talk about the "fabric store face." It refers to the face my dad would make when he would go to the fabric store with my mom early in their marriage. He explains it as a face that's not angry or annoyed, but rather shows a loss of hope and a realization that this is just the way your life will be from here on out. He also compares it to a bit of a constipated look. My parents said that if you would look around the fabric store, you would see this look on the male faces as their spouses handed them yard after yard of fabric to carry.
The pictures of Emmitt show this look. At first he enjoyed holding and playing with the wreaths that I had put in the cart, but as we continued shopping, his look changed and he appeared to have resigned himself to the fact that he was stuck shopping with his mom, probably forever.
What store makes you sport the fabric store face?