Starting early I rescued what I could, and piled the remains on my bed. Using advanced skills taught me by my Mom in laundry 101, I folded and tucked things back in their rightful place in the box. I tried to throw away, honestly, but every scrap was just big enough to justify keeping it. (note: if it's bigger than a quarter it's big enough to keep)
When the surface of my bed was completely covered, and the box was inverted, I discovered It. Like a pearl found inside a grimy mollusk, I discovered The Perfect Fabric. It was just the tiniest bit, the leftovers from an old project, but my eyes lit upon sighting It.
It is - popsicles in summertime
It is - the smell of fresh cut grass
It is - whipped cream straight from the can
It is - running through the sprinklers
It is - watching for shapes in the clouds
It is - cold lemonade
And so I made it up into a skirt; for a girl who can do all of the above, and make mudpies and tie bows in her hair...
I hope she will like it.
If you know of the girl described above you can find the skirt here in my shop.
(hope you enjoyed my nonsensical tale--based, of course, on a true story)