….not the recycled sari silk, not the tussah silk, not the silk bombyx….my bag of silk noil…you know the one I mean. Come on, it was next to the gray alpaca…

Seriously, I need it now, not tomorrow, not next week—while the inspiration is still in my head…

I have no idea what I might have done with it. I can usually find what I am looking for in my controlled chaos, but this is just too much..

Double Frack.