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FABRIC FAIR! FABRIC FAIR! FABRIC FAIR!

I got the card in the mail today. You would have thought it was an invitation to the presidential gala!

THE SALVATION ARMY GREATER PITTSBURGH WOMEN'S AUXILIARY
FABRIC FAIR
April 5, 2008 9am - 2 pm
South Park Home Economics Building
I have gone for the last 15 years and only missed one time. I can even remember what it was the stop me from making it at that time.
It is the best place to get everything. Yarns, crochet hooks and knitting needles, quilting supplies, crafting materials, books, magazines, patterns,notions , crafting and sewing gadgets of all kinds and of course table and tables of Fabric!
Wool for coats and suits, knits for tee shirts and sweats,specialty fabrics for all type of special occasions. Sheers, Lace, seersucker, cotton, silk, polyester, crepe, rayon, solids, flowers and prints.
I love it and look forward to it. Since it is on a Saturday we arrive around 7:o0 am and get our place in line. There are some there early as 6:00. We have been going for so long we know who to look for and they inturn look for us. As we wait in line we look through the window to find out what we are going to pick out. It a calm line to wait in everyone talks about the projects they are working on and other are just coming for the annual fabric fix. This is usually the one time you get all you want and spend about 75.00 to 100.00.
We get there at opening and stay to closing. After the Fair we go to lunch and then go shopping at all the dollar stores we can find on our way home.
I am looking forward to it.

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