That's what I've got to say about a certain fabric shop.
Saturday afternoon, I spread Pinkish out on our bed to think about her borders. My generous friend Pat had, during the day while I was at work, delivered a portion of her traveling stash (I've never seen the motherload of Pat's fabric -- I'm sure I'd be green blue orange magenta with envy) for me to consider some of her Kaffeish fabrics for Pinkish. Joe was a wonderful help with the audition process, and we settled on Baba Ganoush in pink for the border and Plink in turquoise for binding.
I then went to my usual on-line source for Kaffe, and she was out of Plink. Hancock's of Paducah was out of Plink but expecting to get it in. Someday. And they were fifty cents more per yard. So, worrying that Plink was perhaps an endangered species, I Googled Plink Turquoise and ended up at Canton Village Quilt Works, whose fabric was forty-five cents less per yard than my original source! They were low on Plink, and I placed my order immediately, using PayPal to settle up. And thought that perhaps by the end of the week I'd be bordering Pinkish.
Nope. This afternoon, fewer than forty-eight hours after placing the order, when I came home from work, a pleasantly bulgy Priority Mail parcel was sticking out of the mailbox. With my fabrics inside, all neat and packaged in cellophane with a personal note from Jackie, the shop owner! I don't know how she did it. But I'm delighted.
I'd like to be down there putting that border on right now, but, you see, there's a complication. On Saturday, after ordering the border,
And, golly, doesn't that fabric make a person just smile and smile and smile!