I went to Home Depot on Friday. I always feel like an impostor at Home Depot... like everyone there knows and cares that I couldn't fix a broken sprinkler head if my life depended on it. (I also feel that way in fabric stores. So what if I don't sew or paint or own a vinyl cutter. Judge me.) It's like everyone in those orange aprons is just waiting for me to burst into tears and run screaming from the store. Which isn't entirely fair, since that only happened one time, and I have made several successful trips to Home Depot since.After I left Home Depot with my newly-purchased garage door opener, I popped into Kohls, Seagull Book and Fashion Bug. I don't feel out of place at any of those stores. It would probably be better for my bank account if I did.
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