shop, and would I like it? Of course! After finding out that she is a talented cross stitcher, I offered to bring along a few of the random cross stitch supplies I'd collected in my stash, that I was never going to use. A fair trade, right?
I might have got the better end of the deal. From what I can tell, I scored at least 10 yards of vintage cottons. Lovely! (Well, nearly all lovely. You can't win them all, right? What shall I do with that unfortunate neon fabric up there?)