Back when I worked at a fabric and craft store, I loved helping customers choose fabrics for quilts. Loved it. Almost as much as I loved putting the fabric away. Okay, maybe the quilting thing is actually second the putting-things-away thing. I loved my job.
Somewhere along the line, I decided I needed to pick out some fabrics for myself.
Picking the fabric was the easy part.
Picking the fabric was the only easy part.
This was the first pick I took, roughly half-way through. At the time, the only thing preventing me from chucking the whole thing was my own pigheadedness. But more on that tomorrow!