Thursday, December 23, 2010


I make a point
of staying away from fabric stores.
All that material is magnetic
to my eyes and my fingers.

I collect fabric.
I don’t like sewing.
I’m just addicted
to the
colour & texture.

I know my weakness.
I have not entered a fabric store all year.
I already have enough
for three lifetimes.

At this last minute, I decided that I need to make
my grandbabes a Christmas stocking.

I kept piling the fabric on the table.
The clerk asked what I was making.
‘Christmas Stockings.’  I replied.
‘HOW MANY?’  she questioned.
‘Just five.’

She sighed and started cutting.
I sighed too.
Sucked me in again.

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