Thursday, March 4, 2010
if you're a quilter, or a crafter, or a creater at all- then you know that compulsive thing that happens in one's brain when ideas come flooding in. i personally jot these down in a notebook that i carry around in my 12 pound fossil tote bag. this notebook is chalked full of the cutest quilts imaginable. i will NEVER be able to create all these masterpieces, but there is a part of me that will ache until i can rip that page out. why am i bummed? i love white cotton- it's superb for backgrounds to colorful birds or sashing on snazzy wonky squares or even as an accent to the paper-pieced string quilt that i'm itching to make. i went to hobby lobby yesterday for the sole purpose of restocking my stash of $2.99/ yd white classic cotton. i like it, because it's cheap and it's not as weighty as white kona. did they have any- even a smidgen on the rack? no- what they did have was one clerk working fabric and a line of about 20 moody housewives waiting with endless bolts of fabric to be cut. so i couldn't even ask her if she had any in the back. and so,end of story, i'm bummed.