Twice a year we look at fabric, talk about fabric and…buy fabric. By “we” I mean Harley Chick and Aunt Pat and I. We returned to one of our favorite places, the fabric store in an old mill building in Franklin, Massachusetts.
I love this parking sign.
And this welcome sign.
Harley Chick and I wore our cowboy boots because, well, we love to wear our cowboy boots. It’s what we do!
We spent about two hours in the store until we were practically fainting from hunger. But before we found a restaurant, we stopped at one more quilt store. I bought a lot of “neutrals” there, because it’s the time of year when I make the Bonnie Hunter Mystery Quilt and she requires a lot of neutral fabrics in her designs.
I am not a fan of neutrals. Give me colors and flowers and designs of all kinds, but don’t give me these.
We ate at a Mexican restaurant and then, bellies full and wallets empty, headed back home. Aunt Pat would be dropped off in Grafton and Harley Chick and I would make the long drive back to the RI coast.
Such a fun tradition with such good friends.