In some ways this recent fabric buying spree was rather like the proverbial Number 11 bus… you wait hours and hours for one, then two turn up at the same time. Well, in this case it’s been years (maybe months, it feels like years) since I bought a decent stash of fabric, and I went a bit mental. Observe ::
Not that I’m complaining. I think a bit of a boost for the fabric shelves can only be a good thing… you never know when you will need your body weight in fabric for a crafting emergency. I like to think of it as crafting survival skills. The self justification going on in my head can make this blatant splurge seem like the deal of the century, but I like the new colours currently blazing awaiting their moment to shine….
* Like I need a hole in my head
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