Woke up from a dream

I woke up from a dream this morning that something went wrong with the election. There was a backroom deal making Obama president, but then he got very sick and died and so it was agreed that McCain would become president. It was one of those odd dreams where I had to check the newspaper to make sure it really was a dream. Of course, it all sounds a bit ridiculous and spy-storyish when I write it down.

I like the feel of fabric. I like the colors and I like looking at different patterns next to each other. Sometimes, when I really like a fabric though, I'm afraid to cut into it, afraid to make a mistake.