So…I like the warmth of tropical colors
ya think?
Yesterday...as I’m passing by the David Francis workroom ...I spy it has
some bolts of fabric outside in the driveway for 4 buckeroos a yard.
a lovely chocolate cotton
striped muted linens.
I paw through...
and there in the bottom of the box is a wrinkled up mass of color
my color
and it feeeeels like liquid mercury
yep. used to play with it…in my hand…as a kidlet
explains lots.
They have 4 yards.
It hops in my car and comes home with me.
And commences to flirt
with my big butt chair
the one from habitat.
The one desperately in need of some love
Are they made for each other?
Or... should ole’ big butt keep on lookin’?
Poor loveless big butt.
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