Today I was teaching a workshop. Minding my own business, as usual. Staying out of trouble, as usual. Not even thinking about buying fabric, as usual. Suddenly and without warning, someone pulled this fleur de lis fabric out:
Chad loves anything fleur de lis. I love anything Louisiana. I was thinking . . I should get some of that fabric but I’m here . . I’m teaching a workshop . . I cannot leave this room. Then before I could grasp what was happening, one girl said “I’m leaving! I have to go to the quilt shop and get some fabric. I’ll be back!” And then another said “Oh, they’re not making any more of this fabric and the quilt shop was lucky to get 8 bolts of it while it was available.” And then . . before I could stop myself, I had my phone in my hand, my credit card in the other hand and I said “Does anyone have the number for the quilt shop?” 15 voices shouted the number in unison! They all knew it! I called. I said “If I give you my credit card number, will you send 6 yards of the fleur de lis fabric with the lady who’s coming from the workshop?” And they said yes and . . that’s how I came home today with 6 yards of fabric.
I sent Chad a picture of the fabric and his response was “Get it please!” Got it!