As we meandered back to our 12-passenger van last night after leaving Hobby Lobby, I remarked to my husband, “I felt the same in this store as I did in Walmart the other day: like a country bumpkin amazed by the glories of the big city.” There seemed to be a limitless supply of stylish merchandise crowding endless rows of shelves. He responded, “I need to get you out of the house more often.” “Not really,” I said. “Even though […]
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