After I posted a photo of the cute cat print fabrics I found the other day, I offered to go back to the fabric store and secure some for a friend. I was sure about the prints and colors and didn't think it necessary to take along the fabric. It was freshly implanted in my mind - so I thought.
I arrived at the fabric store and found one print, but the other two were gone. I took the bolt to the cutting counter, inquired about the coordinating prints, and was told they'd been sold. I wasn't surprised. I asked the clerk if she'd please call and check at another store. I insisted the fabric I needed was a cat print with pink backround. She called and was put on hold for about 15 minutes, then asked if I was sure about the color. Oh yes, I was positive the background color was pink.
Maybe a few of you have gone back to look at that photo and noticed the fabric background is not pink, but green. I didn't remember it that way and continued to insist it was the print with the pink background I needed. I was told the store had one cat print left but the background was green. I thanked the clerk and decided I'd go to that store, buy a yard of the green print, and simply substitute it for the pink one I "knew" I had. That way, my friend would receive the color she wanted. So off I went to the other fabric store.
I bought the cat print fabric and was shocked to also find the chicken fabric I'd coveted from Gina's blog. I hope you don't mind Gina, but I do love that fabric. It begs to be made into an apron. I also found a couple other fabrics I "needed". I'm going to be good though and let go of some things I've had for awhile, but not used. I promised myself I'd not bring something new into the house without letting something go. I haven't been very diligent about that.
When I compared the cat print fabric to the pieces I'd previously bought, I was stunned to see both cat prints had green backgrounds. How had I remembered it differently? Next time I'll take the fabric along with me. In the end, my friend (that's you, Di) will have the fabric she wanted and once again, I've been shown how unreliable my memory is. Will I never learn?