Is it any wonder with the dreary, grey weather,
that I find myself craving color?
Gingham, in all of it's pretty shades to be exact.
Eight yards in assorted shades.
This morning, my youngest and I took a trip to the fabric shop.
Along with the gingham, picked up some
bright stickers on clearance from Martha's line.
Lots of lovely buttons, too.
Happiness equals color in my book.