I’m a quilter. A scrap-hoarding, fabric-redeeming, swear-I’m-not-buying-anything-this-year quilter. And yet—this fabric called to me like a forbidden lover across oceans. Lightweight, stunning, hand-blocked glory. Took a few weeks to arrive (real art does), and when it did—oh, honey—it was everything. I don’t know what it is. Cotton? Magic? Sari-grade joy? Whatever it is, it’s perfect. Worth every second and every vow broken. Off to make a beautiful breezy summer “something” to wear. Forget the quilts:)