Quilt Store

On Saturday, Mary and I finally made the trek together to "the big quilt store" - the Village Mercantile in Boonville.

Oh.My.God.

Fabric heaven.

We spent ages wandering among the bolts of fabric, and squealing over the too-perfect sets of fat quarters. We ate lunch in the tea room on the third floor, and after buying fabric (with much restraint, I might add), we wandered around the square and drove to the nearby campground and lake.

I'll definitely be making the trip to the quilt store in the future, but for now, I'm happy to be the final member of "The Quilting Ladies" to make the pilgrimage.

Good thing I'd paid bills and had no money left before I went...