The human female and her mother are
fabriholics fabricholics hoarders of textiles. They both say that they’re going to make quilts with their “stashes,” but only the mother really manages to complete anything larger than a baby quilt.
Nonetheless, here are the human female, her mother, and her sister, ogling the goods in a local fabric emporium.
I think Sigyn has found her favorite part of the store…
There are plenty of bolts of printed goods, along with quite a few batiks.
I am not sure what a “batik” is, but they are apparently a “good thing,” with a “smooth hand”, a “close, fine weave,” and a “faintly exorbitant price.”
Oh, Great Frigga’s garters! I thought Sigyn was having fun fondling all the cottons, but she’s found something she likes even better. She is now grombling the minky.
Sweetie? Sweetie, let me buy you a yard or two of your own. The nice people here at the store can’t sell a bolt that has been drooled on…