I guess only if you are a stitcher. Or love the store.
There is a Hobby Lobby in Chambersburg, Pennsylvania!
That is not that far away!
Just an hour, maybe a little more!
Up over the state line. Near Gettyburg!
I am totally addicted to this store. Brea always takes me when I visit her. She feeds my addiction. As a matter of fact, she took me to my first HL when, flushed with the possibility of finally being near one when I visited her, I meekly asked her if we could, um, possibly, visit one in Franklin. B said, "No, we can go to the one in Cool Springs, it's closer." B is a crafter. She understands the addiction.
Driving back from visiting her one time, I drove all over Ashland, Kentucky, trying to find a new one that had just opened. When I finally rolled in there, sticky and hot and frustrated, I basked in the loveliness of the store.
Remember when I drove to North Carolina
to get a Hobby Lobby fix? It took all day, but it was sooooo worth it.
Should I be ashamed for this? I know if you have one, you probably don't understand the obsession. But it's like any new store. Novelty breeds adoration. My parents loved AC Moore a lot more when they had to drive to Hagerstown to find one. They never go now that they're 15 minutes from one.
And the thing is, I don't love them for their stitching supplies. They carry the most beautiful Christmas decorations I have seen in a craft store. And gorgeous frames.
Since they are not open on Sundays, and I work Saturdays for the next few weeks, I will have to hold on my investigatory visit. But I will plan . . . and wait . . . and revel in the knowledge that it's there. Just up over the mountain.
Bwa ha ha.