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| - When my roommate in Philadelphia asked me what Hobby Lobby was, the only way I could describe it was if AC Moore, Home Goods, and Michael's had a baby and that baby took steroids, that baby would be Hobby Lobby.
I love crafts of any kind so every time I come in here, I feel like a kid in a candy store. I usually run to the few aisles of baking stuff first and stay there for a bit looking at all the colored candy melts, fun sprinkles, and variety of shaped baking pans. Then I wander through the random crafts aisles that follow, like the scrapbooking, and the jars/baskets, and the wooden letters aisle (I don't know why I love those wooden letters so much, I've never bought them but I love to look at them). I usually swing around the back of the store to the photos and frames section and then finish up in the yarn and fabric area. I always end up spending way more than I had budgeted when I walked in, but hey, that's not Hobby Lobby's fault.
My only complaint is that I wish there was a location where I live in Philly. And that they had scan registers instead of the cashiers typing everything in because that takes FOREVER...
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