There is only one thing worse in my quilting world than the fear of taking scissors to a precious piece of fabric that has been coveted, loved, stroked and admired from near and far (in the daylight..on the screen...on the wall...on the table....)
and that's taking the scissors to someone ELSE's fabric - especially when its travelled half way around the world to get to you.
I keep telling myself...'they are scraps...they are scraps...they are a gift...this is what they are for...'
its not working. I'm struggling to cut. I definately can't slash.
I'll have a coffee, admire them some more...and then ring a helpline.