Dear Fat Quarter Shop,
Thank you for sending me a cute little bunch of fabrics today. It had been a long day, complete with temperatures over a 100 degrees (again), battling the tail end of an illness, a day teaching in a hot room (the gauge said 77 degrees–try exploring the angles and nuances of poetry in that kind of environment!) and a traffic-filled drive home with a guy in a dented white truck who cut into my lane. Twice. It had started out well, with conversations with my angel mother and my sweet daughter and a shared lunch of sushi with a dear and trusted colleague. But the rest of it was. . . well. . . let’s just say I swooned, happily, upon seeing this box on my doorstep.
P.S. Now I can start thinking about that Christmas Quilt!