… is, as Mary Fran tells me, in Seville (that's Spain, not Ohio.) Turns out flamenco dancers need/wear/love polka dots. Another reason, as if you needed a reason to 1) go to Spain 2) take up the heartbreak and passion that is … FLAMENCO! 3) wear polka dots.
I am in high-covetousness-gear right now. I want, in no particular order, the coffee-colored dots the third shelf down on the left; the multi-sized green on the bottom right (and oddly, that horrible dotless pea green right next to it——I always latch on to the runt of any litter); and the orange and chartreuse on the third shelf down in the middle.
So, if anyone's going to Spain … in my head, of course, these are all lovely fine cottons, but I'm betting they're actually poly, so as to wear longer.
Also, I just found out I will have less than 24 hours in Tokyo in late July, probably Monday the 30th. Does anyone have fabric-store recs for Tokyo? Preferably near Narita airport?
Sorry I missed yesterday — I don't know where the day went. Although I assume that the occasional postless day just adds to my general air of intrigue and mystery.