Whimsy. It’s what I love.
Many times I’ll buy fabric simply because I:
a.) Can’t believe somebody drew that goofy, goofy thing.
b.) Can’t believe that they committed that goofy thing to quilt-weight cotton posterity.
What I superlove is the knitting cat. Because a movie audience isn’t complete without a random knitter. (An aside: A few weeks ago I saw a lady knitting while powerwalking past the Haverford Township Free Library. Is knittercise a thing now?) Continue reading