Despite his training as a psych nurse, I find my husband sometimes lacking in the area of compassion. Oh, he's pretty good with the bigger disappointments in life, but when I do something silly or stupid, he's more likely to ignore my plaint than to offer any advice or consolation.
Sometimes, though, he will say: What made you think that was a good idea?
I like to think that he means, "Someone of your great judgment made a misstep? There must be a sound reason for your folly," (he does speak like Mr. Darcy on occasion) rather than, "Are you crazy or what?"
I have to tell you, sometimes I wonder what made me think some of those purchases were a good idea.
First of all, I'm pretty sure Hilary never wanted a citrus purse. Second, if those are lovebirds, there must truly be a fine line between love and hate.
Because of its scale, you can't really cut this fabric into squares or strips without destroying the intent of the design. Which, I guess, is a good thing. Let me just fussy-cut all those birds' eyes pieces and sew them together for you.
I promise to only affirm your decision to take it. And that's no bull.