I'm Not Ashamed To Buy My Clothes Where I Eat...

As we waited one Sunday for our table to become available, I strolled through the gift shop at our local Cracker Barrel. Give me a gift shop full of countryesque knickknacks and jars of apple butter, though, and it's an absolute fact that I'll make a beeline for the clothing. You may or may not know that I am somewhat of a sweater fanatic, so if there's a sweater to be found, my "Spidey-sense" will start to tingle. That morning I admired a checkered multi-colored cardigan I saw on display. Just as I started to examine the beauty, our table was ready.

After thoroughly enjoying our tasty and most filling breakfast, we left the restaurant and I promptly forgot all about the sweater...at least for the time being. Several weeks later something reminded me of it, and the longing began. I decided I must have it! I must have the multi-colored cardigan for my own!

We returned to the gift shop only to find they were sold out!

I was devastated, because now I'd made up my mind that the sweater must be mine! My disappointment was short-lived, however, when I realized with great glee that there was another Cracker Barrel only about twelve miles away where I might find my sweater! My wonderfully indulgent husband drove out of our way to the other restaurant in search of the elusive cardigan.

When I did not see one on display, my heart sank. I asked a saleslady at this store who said she'd need me to describe it so she could check "the back room." I did my best to describe - in as much detail as I could - a sweater I'd only seen once.

To my great joy, lo and behold, she emerged from said "back room" with the very sweater for which I'd been searching!

I think this is one of those stories you either completely understand, or which convinces you beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am certifiable!

In my defense, I've never worn it without getting at least one compliment on it, so I'm not the only one who thinks it's pretty...