Its another stinking hot day here (Thursday), so decided to pop out to the mall to check out a fabric store. This is what I picked up. This fabric was $4 a metre, and is 100% cotton, so I can use it either for a quilt or to make a bag with, I'm not sure yet, I picked up a metre.
Isn't this the cutest fabric. I am not sure if this is 100% cotton, is there a test? Anyhow, my first thought when I saw this was a tote bag? I bought around a metre and a quarter of this at $4 a metre.
I wanted to make covered buttons, so picked up a couple packs of those, plus a couple packets of magnetic closures for bags, a clearance pack of velcro, 5 metres of binding, and three packs of ribbon.
That little lot came to over $30. I find things expensive up here, especially material. Although I did get a good buy on the pieces I got. We don't have a very good choice in the city I live in, which is outside of Toronto. I do go to a neat quilting store around a 15 minute drive to where we live but I pay upwards of $15 a metre there. I do a big fabric shop when we go on vacation to the States. I know I looked at fabric when we were in Britain, but it was even more expensive.
So anyhow, after I leave the store I am heading out of the mall and there is a grown man crying, and I mean the poor thing was sobbing his heart out. He was on a public pay phone standing there talking to someone and crying. So of course I wander over to him to ask him if he's alright, which of course he wasn't as he was crying. He tells me he is talking to his mother in Afghanistan. Now what was making him cry I don't know, I just figured I would leave him alone.
So I get to the mall doors and there is a police officer behind me, so I hold the door open for him to come through. So of course I start talking to him.......I mention the fact that the man is crying, and he says, that's funny when he was coming into the mall there was another man using the phone also crying. As I said to the police officer, we should make a mental note to avoid that phone.
I've come to the conclusion its all my doing all these strange people I come across as I will insist on talking to people. Mind you if you saw a man on a public phone crying his heart out, wouldn't you ask if there was anything you could do?
When I got home I was thinking about the whole situation, and you know the funny thing, it didn't phase me one bit that he was from Afghanistan. You see where we live its like the United Nations, you name it we've got it, including a strange and unusual, but harmless British woman.........you've gotta love Canada, they let anyone in, including me!!!!