But really. I don’t. I’m so optimistic when I get there. It goes like this:
Me: OK. I got this. I’m only going to buy a couple of things.
JoAnne’s: But look at all the wonderful things I have!!! YOU NEED THIS!
Me: WHY YES! I do fucking need everything in the store!!!
And I leave after having spent a small fortune. This happens each and every time I go to a craft store. Still, I enjoy pretending I can restrain myself.
Clearly, I cannot.