For many years, the last weeks of January brought me the gloomies. Not depression exactly. But that dull, inert feeling that comes from too much cold and too little sun.
Not this year, though! Read on . . . .
The Hancock catalog came day before yesterday and I couldn't wait to peruse it. And just look what I discovered: A two-page spread of Barbara Brackman's William Morris repros!
It is only a matter of time before I cave. Should it be yardage? Charm packs? FQ bundles? Is it time for me to try a jelly roll? And let us not forget the ever-popular option: All of the above?
*And yes, I feel entitled to use the familiar form. Mr. Morris and I have done a lot of business together, and there is still quite a bit of fondling involved. Oh, William! Oh, Bill!