Popular Culture is on to us

It's been a little hectic this weekend. Of the makes-my-head-hurt variety. And with boys home tomorrow for Columbus Day, I'll trade head-aching for head-spinning. Still, I managed to grab a slice of time and sort through the mail.












I'm not sure what possessed me to actually open up the flyer. Probably that kind of empty-brain-ness that comes with being over-extended. Functioning on automatic pilot. "Oh. Look. This has pages . . ." Whatever. Because there's not a Tuesday Morning store even remotely convenient to my neighborhood. And no matter how much whatever they're selling has been discounted, I'm at that point where I really don't need to do any more acquisition. I need to divest. It makes more room for yarn.

But will you look at what one of the offerings was? Talk about sucking in the unsuspecting.

















We are mainstream.