Dear Diary, Today I actually toured TSWLTH, a full frontal ten-finger digital assault, and came out unscathed, wallet intact, having purchased Nothing. Zip. Zero. Nada. This is a ground-shaking event, so I wanted to record the happening for posterity. I felt everything in the store--well, not everything; I think the salesladies might have objected, and, besides, they weren't wearing any interesting fabrics. Although, as a side note, I mention here that I did accost a lady from Scotland this weekend, at a local craft show, and she let me feel her silk quilted jacket. Light as duck down, it was. Let your fingers do the walking. A little amateur analysis is in order: have I reached a saturation level? Does my fabric guilt= no room at the inn? But what if I took my fabric guilt, divided it by the number of years I have sewn professionally, multiplied that by the number of garments constructed/furniture reupholstered/slipcovered, etcetera, etceterum, (I knew latin would be useful some day), then added to that sum the number of personal garments made for self and family members. Would I then achieve a ratio permitting the aquisition of more soft fiber consumables? Hmmmm? Perhaps my math needs revision...I believe I forgot to deduct for estimated # of years left to sew. There must be something wrong here; according to these figures, I should have quit collecting 15 years ago. Cea
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19 years ago