The gargantuan fabric place in Seoul has fabric samples at each little booth. I should have brought a bag just for the samples I snatched up. Instead, I tucked them in my mom's purse (I know, I'm 30 and I still stick things in my mom's purse). But the Korean's don't call them samples, even though most of them said SAMPLE right on them. As with many American words they say, they add "ee" on the end (churchee, orangee). So by the end of the trip, we were referring to them as swatchees. "Swatchee?" we'd ask when there wasn't a sample out. Going over our day spent collecting fabric, my mom and I would hold one up and say, "Oh, look at this swatchee, I should have gotten some of this." SO, I am starting a new series, entitled, of course:
S W A T C H E E
Ways in which I use the bag of samples I came home with (like I was going to leave a gallon size bag full of material, even if they're cut into tiny little rectangles, and all different content and color!) I've got something in the works as we speak I write.