It was kismet

 So I am in Denison. Went to my favorite places (the fancy soap store, the “coffee collective” that also sells small artwork) 

And Quilt Asylum. I picked out something for a project for a new book I have, then I saw it 

There was a yard and a quarter left: enough to make the full pattern and bind the finished quilt. 

So I bought it.

And now, it’s lunch (scrambled egg, ham, cheese, on a croissant)