Hmmm, how shall I phrase my response?
A: I am disinclined to acquiesce to your request
B: It might be possible using my stomach contents
C: No. Never. On the eyes of my child I-will-not
D: All of the above
Some poor Nana somewhere is huddled on her rocking chair, freezing cold, too rheumatic to give chase to the young floozy who stole her knee rug, scalped it and draped it around her body in a weird homage to vomit, I'm sure.
I actually think the hardest thing will be to commit to a fabric, I always um and ah so much when it comes to locking in a choice. There's simply too many yummy alternatives when it comes to selecting fabric, I get overwhelmed!
Commitment phobe perhaps? Maybe just plain greedy as really, I want them all!