I think not.
The Kid, not so much. Quite honestly I believe that he believes that with this little purchase I plunged over a very dangerous cliff. Never. To. Return.
Perhaps he is correct.
It happened several weeks ago on a shopping foray with the design team. We found ourselves perusing the cluttered shelves of a discount fabric store in Erie. On my radar that fateful day was fabric to make cushions for our dining room chairs. I spied the perfect candidate almost upon entering the building. My day was over. Or so I thought.
After wandering the cluttered isles for an hour and giving unsolicited advice to the remaining members of the D-team my eyes were drawn to a far corner of the room. Hidden beneath stripes and florals and bathed in a golden glow it called to me. Seriously, I swear I heard harps playing as I slowly approached that golden light.
Really I did.
It didn't take long to drag the bolt out of the corner and spread it lovingly on the cutting table for a closer look.
It was perfection.
A beautiful blue, embossed denim that would be just right for the new chair in the sun room.
New chair?
What new chair?
The fact that I didn't own a new chair, or even an old chair, did nothing to deter me. Especially when I discovered that only eight yards remained of the denim dream, and if I purchased the entire eight yards I could have it for a mere $6.50 a yard.
Who could resist?
Certainly not me.
Which brings me to the place I have been for the past two months, hording fabric for a chair I did not own.
Until yesterday.
to be continued.
2 comments:
Glad you are back and I am looking forward to a picture of your beautiful chair.
You gotta buy it when you see it - most especially when it is such a good deal! Can't wait to see the chair.
Also glad you are back!
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