>Hard to believe that it’s a whole year since I wrote this
but the report for this weekend is remarkably similar… apart from the bits about the broken coccyx and Judy’s post-China trip jetlag.
There was, of course, the obligatory hiatus at Gail’s Patchwork, and my dears, you would have been in awe of the restraint I excercised within that den of temptation… heroic poems of similar length to the viking sagas should be written about my [ new found and possibly temporary ] ability to ignore the delights within.
Of course, I took Corrie’s japanese quilt in with me to see if they still had the cranes and waves on black. It had absolutely nothing to do with wanting to show off what I’d done with their fabric.
Not at all.
and if you believe that I have a nice bridge in Brooklyn I’d like to sell you
Didn’t really expect that they would still have that print after a year – BUT behind the counter what did I see ? the co-ordinating waves!
I do still have half of the original piece of crane fabric … be still my heart!
and then the Priestess of Temptation emerged from behind her counter to show me
the same crane fabric and the matching waves
IN TEAL …
AND PURPLE AND NAVY.
After I finished visualising my dear daughter’s reaction – a mental picture that involved a fair amount of dribble and some hyperventilation – I negotiated the purchase of one pattern repeat of the cranes and a 1/4 metre each of the two colourways of waves … a mere bagatelle … and a reel of thread.
At this point I firmly refused to even look at the rest of the japanese themed fabric section, let alone any other part of the shop, and took my tiny package and my steely resolve – of which I am sure someone is even now penning hymns of praise – back out to the car and got on my way.