So, I quilt on occasion. I don’t quilt well, mind you, but good enough to fool someone who’s never sewn before. A quilt of mine keeps me warm, has modern fabrics, and washes for a few years before it is destroyed. That’s enough for me. But I have this quilt I’ve been working on for-flipping-ever, and I want it done. But as always, I wanted new fabric. Because fabric is cooool.
So I go to the quilt store. I was looking for a cute-but-not-toddler owl pattern, so I went to the specialty/oddball fabric aisle and I saw this and was aghast:
Maybe it’s because when I was a kid I had posters of Wham and bands with actual adult males in them…I just don’t understand sweating over a boy who still looks 12, when I didn’t even dream over them when I was 12. I dunno.
What I do know is this does not need to exist. Ever. In any universe. And when I saw it…