Textile designers and sellers all do this maddening trick that drives me wild: they display their fabric collections in neatly folded little piles that are so irresistible I want to grab handful of them and rub them against my thigh. I want to buy it all. Not to make quilts, I have neither the time nor the patience, but just to lovingly fold them, arrange them, stack and restack them for hours. Is it just me? And what is it about neatly arranged piles, anyway? Is that a girl thing?