We had good intentions today, especially in regards to the buying of fabric, but our intentions stopped meaning anything pretty much the moment we walked into the quilting store this morning.
A new area guild, one that we're kind of even members of, had a little quilt show of their own in Castroville today - their "We're Not in Houston" show. It was adorable, with about 45 really delightful quilts of all sizes and tasty cookies. And to help draw people in to the show, the store was also having an end of the bolt sale. Opportunity calling my name!
The plan was to look at the quilts and then see if there was a pale gold/cream fabric that would work for both the Oriental quilt I'm starting and the sale. Well, as I was realizing there wasn't one, Mom started picking out end-of-bolt blenders.
And then she found a pale green. And a periwinkle. And an orange. And a-oh honey, you might as well see if any of their Orientals are nearing the end while I go check out the purple.
Needless to say, we didn't exactly make it out of their in a timely, and cheap, fashion. ^_^