Fabric shopping is hard. There were times where I swear I saw the same print in ten different colors on twenty separate sites, only to find out they were in no way the same, they went by thirty different names (no, the math does not check out), and some were so much dinero, I’d have to sell an arm. Holy ships, we’re only trying to cover an ottoman here.
So where does a novice like me start? First, I ask you. (You guys are awesome, btw.) Second, I pin. I pin for hours and days until my heart’s content. And then I ask Scott for advice. I tell him why his choice is not right and why mine is better (Amy Butler’s Midwest Fresh Poppies, rose). Then I twist his arm to the point of agreement and buy from my gut. Man, I can be a jerk.
And when it comes in the mail, I maybe kinda sorta freak out. But under this bizarre and twisted yellow brick roof, Scott loves it. I, however, needed time to think about it.
Yeah, I wanted pink. (Or yellow. Or maybe grey or orange!) Well, man, I got pink in the most radioactive form. I felt a little deceived by the colors on our laptop screen versus what we got. But Scott is on board (what a guy!), and I swoon for color, and yes, if I squint my eyes, I can see this working out. Sure, we’ll be introducing a whole new color, but, eh, what the hell. So Miss Amy Butler, I choose you and your poppies.