Hi, Christine here. As I sit here in the office, surrounded by windows on two sides, I hear periodic thuds. Thuds of cicadas hitting the windows. Thud. Thud. Here in Cincinnati, we are in the midst of cicada season. It happens every 13 or 17 years (depending on the brood) where cicadas emerge from the ground, mature, mate, lay their eggs, and then die. Around the office, we're at the mating stage. So there are many, many cicada flying around (they're rather clumsy creatures, unfortunately) looking for mates and singing their mating songs. In theory this shouldn't be a big deal, but when you are in a pocket of them, like we are here at the office, it's really quite disagreeable.

However, in the spirit of the season, I thought I'd share with you some fabulous fabrics Eileen brought