fun by the roll

So many patterns

So little space

I love this plastic stuff. I call it oilcloth, although it's not, because I don't know what to call it. Thick, gaudy plastic. I don't really use it for that much—covering outdoor tables, for the most part. Spreading on the floor so children can play with water in the house (or eat!).  And every time I go to Mexico I buy as much as I can fit in my backpack. It's heavy.
   This year I found a motherlode at the bottom of the crafts market. Many of the patterns I had seen before, but some were delightfully new.  I purchased one rather restrained pattern (the blue and white) to align with my new, classic wicker porch furniture purchased for me by my sister (!) but couldn't resist a couple of the wilder ones. Certain of my family and relations deplore my taste. To them I say: Suck it up.