In the 18 years I lived in Kansas City (or 21, if you include going home on college breaks), I never once stepped foot in a fabric store that wasn’t a JoAnn or Hancock (well, except for that fancy special occasion place on the Plaza). Now that I only make it back twice a year [...]
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My weekend went from “no buying any more fabric, Rae” to “well, it’s Saturday and we have nothing to do, so let’s go check out that shop in Rome.” I was on a mission, but actually didn’t find anything to buy. Then, Facebook let me know that the Utica shop was open on Sunday for [...]
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Oh Utica!, this city of mine:were you to have quilt shops more,happier my days and lighter my wallet would beas I search for cottons untold. But, your paucity drivesmy travels far and wide,encumbering the coffers of oil companiesin my quest for textiles manifold.
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