She had measured twice, but she checked her notebook a third time. "Twelve yards."
She was here for the south-facing windows of her new flat. They were tall, drafty, and currently bare, letting the city’s amber streetlights bleed into her sleep. She needed something that could hold the light at bay but still dance when the breeze caught it. buy curtain fabric
Her fingers trailed over a heavy slate-grey wool, but it felt too industrial. She bypassed a rack of shimmering satins; they were too loud for a quiet morning coffee. She had measured twice, but she checked her