“We don’t receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.” – Marcel Proust

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Today I wandered.  Wandered about 400+ miles in search of the fabric that eludes me.  I hit every Joann’s from the bottom of the state to the top!

My first stop.  Strike one.

Second? Strike two.


About my fourth store I was beginning to get pissy and desperate, realizing that I probably won’t be finding another scrap of this fabric.  It was truly disappointing.  Thus at my fifth store and 300 miles in, I took the blinders off and started looking at other possibilities.  And the gods of fabric opened the heavens and blessed me with some fantastic, mutant, ‘wtf is this?’ fabric.  And I love it.  Bought every scrap that store had.

Thus with a bounce in my step, I went to the sixth store to get more of my find.  Only to find they didn’t have it.

Are you kidding me?

Luckily, I had the bolt of fabric, the barcode, identification numbers and every identifying thing available to it.  So I asked one of the sweet workers to scan it with their magical hand held and tell me where I could find more.

And guess what?

It’s a discontinued fabric.

*internal screaming*

The universe is against the creation of this gown.  It’s ridiculous!

So after a nice cool down, a bit of food and a regrouping plan, I began calling every remaining store in the state.  At least I could save some time by calling and two hours later of hold music, I found the fabric in four other stores.

Thus I spent the rest of the day buying fabric and made myself a nice little pile.


I still have to shake the state of every last yard of this fabric – I’m determined to own all of it.  But for now, I call it a night.

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