Dear Fat Quarters,
It's not you, it's me. No, that's not true. It's you, it's totally you. I can't put this off anymore. I simply have to break up with you, because there's just not enough of you. Seriously, 18" x 22" is just not enough for me anymore. Because every time I make a quilt, or a pouch, or a bag, I go to reach for you, and you're just too small. Or worse yet, I cut into you, thinking I can make it work, and I can't. And then I get crabby, and there's just no need for such madness!
P.S. - I'm talking to you too, Fat Eighths and Charm Packs and Jelly Rolls. Persona non grata!
P.P.S. - It's entirely