Time To Get Crackin'...

on my next set of Firewood Folks.

I went to the fabric store this weekend to pick out different material for them. Oh how I LOVE to shop for fabric. But its like a sickness!

As I enter the store, I immediately zero in on the perfect fabric. Its some kind of bizarre fabric radar I have.

At first I become like a deer in headlights, unable to move. When I catch my breath, I make a mad dash down the isle. The whole time I'm wheelin' my cart, I pray the gal standin' near it isn't goin' to reach out and grab "my" bolt. But if she does, I think I can take her.

When I finally get both hands on it, I hang on so tight the lady at the cuttin' counter has to practically wrestle it away from me.

Then she asks me the dreaded question, "How much would you like?" As the room starts to spin from the anxiety, I'm thinkin' "Should I buy it all?! If I don't, what if I come back for more and its gone??!! How much a yard is it again?! Do I have a coupon?! Do I have my credit card with me?! Will they take Monopoly money?!

Then as I look over my shoulder, I see that same gal (the one in the isle), eyeballin' "my" fabric from behind...
"I'll take it ALL!" I answer.

As I stroll away from the cuttin' counter, I whistle the Andy Griffith Show theme song.