Yesterday was a day to catch up. While it wasn't entirely a day I spent on myself, I'd made a deal to wedge in something that I would love. Spa? Shopping? Well, sort of.
I went and looked at fabric. No project, really, just kicking tires. I can look at fabric for hours. All day. I understand when people tell me they can only stand showrooms in small doses, that too much makes their vision begin to blur. Not me. There's always something that jumps off the wing wall or that little plastic hanger. Yesterday it was Clarence House's Harlequin Quilt. It's thick. And heavy. And really quilted.
Seems there's always room for one more pillow, right? The boys would like it as it references both Chiefs and Jayhawks. Even at the spa I can't quite get them out of my head.