I had a chance to do a road trip this week with my friend Kate - it was our chance to explore unexplored quilt shops before the bus returned at 3. At the first shop, I was 'fondling' a basket of white on whites (who hasn't), and she gave me a look...I mumbled "underwear" and walked away.
She caught up with me outside and asked me what was up with the underwear comment. I laughed and explained what I meant. Back in the day, when I was a little girl, underwear was white, white or white. The sixties, you know. My 'underwear drawer' was the top drawer of the dresser, and it looked something like this.
Fast forward a couple of decades, and I originally kept my fabric (when I outgrew the bins under the bed) in an old dresser, sorted by color. Without realizing it, the whites/creams/neutrals wound up in the top drawer, and at some point, I realized it was because of the underwear drawer syndrome. It's still there, but in a different dresser.
Kate just looked at me, and understanding dawned. So then she asked me if I had bought any 'underwear'. I said yes, but not everyday underwear - I bought the fancy stuff. I got another look. Stay with me...
The store was having a sale on all cotton if you wore green to shop, including the batiks. So I looked at this as a chance to stock up (since I know I'm running a little low on it) in the fancy undies department - the kind you might buy at Victoria's Secret.
More on the results of the giveaway next week - as well as April's block of the month.
Talk soon
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