Okay. I said I was on a fabric diet. I should have known that I would be in trouble. I went on a spending spree around the holidays. I actually did use much of what I purchased. I have faithfully, began cutting into my stash and creating things without going out to purchase for each new idea. For instance, I did not purchase one item for my aunt's gift that I made. Not even a bead. So that was difficult, but I survived. I did not purchase fabric for most of January, until last week when my Rochester buddy was here. That was only $22 dollars. She also gifted me fabric, as you see in the previous post.
So its February 1, the day begins...and off goes the roller coaster ride. I reigned in much of my emotions and feelings, but at 63 degrees in February and raging emotions...off I went to my favorite City quilt store. As I walked in the door, I felt the tension slipping away. I immediatly touched the fabric and felt a cool breeze come up from behind me. I lifted a few bolts of brightly colored prints and I could hear the ocean soothing my soul.