Sienna Bloom

I remember walking into the fabric store looking for a certain kind of fabric, a heavy twill to be specific. They didn't have any... It's like going to a thrift shop or TJ Maxx on a mission in hopes to find that single thing you're looking for. You know you can't travel all that way just to leave empty-handed. So I looked, I peered, flipped fabric and ran my fingers through various yarns before I knew my defeat. Then I saw something. A floral pattern that caught my eye. There were two tones of it. A yellow background version and a white one. I stared at it for a long time, tring to imagine a bag. When I plopped it on the counter, the cashier mentioned how beautiful of a fabric choice I'd made and as I sit here writing this, I realized that she wasn't wrong.