Fabric shopping. Who can’t relate? There is noting like walking along the buffet of beautiful, glorious fabric. Ah I almost have to touch each and every morsel. I delight in the possibilities of what masterpiece I could create with just this perfect piece of material.
Before I realize it, drool is dripping from my chin. Nonchalantly I pull my handkerchief from my pocket and while pretending to cough, I wipe the tell tale sign away from my face. Phew! I am ever so thankful that Mom always told me to carry a hanky. Slowly I search the shop for a diversion. Good, there are notions. I head over there to give my eyes a chance to lose their glassed over look.
But then it hits me again. All of those can’t live without rulers and buttons and…Well you know what I mean. Before I know it…you guessed it. I’m drooling again! Will this impediment to my cool calm exterior never stop? So then I give myself a strong talking to and begin to graze the delightful desert, the patterns.
I am sure you know what is coming next. Of course I begin drooling again. I can’t control it. My hanky is soaked. I look around the shop with panic in my eyes. Not a beach towel in sight. What to do? What to do? With that one of the girls from the shop walks up and asks “Are you OK?” I smile and tell her yes. She asks if I am ready to have my fabric cut. I follow her to the cutting table. As I stand there waiting for my treasures, I look around the shop and see someone else with glassed over eyes and drool dribbling down her chin. 🙂
I love this cartoon. Sound familiar? I must admit that when my hubby has gone fabric shopping with me he usually asks if I am sure I have enough. I am one lucky quilter! But then I remember what is waiting for me at home and say yes I’m sure.