This is like the worst joke ever.
I have bolts and bolts of fabric in my living room, and none for me to touch.
Instead, I have to take them out of their packaging, photograph then, and then put them back in the box, shut the lid, and re-tape it so I don't tempt myself. Or my mom, who already tried poaching a bolt off me. Hands off it, madre!! Good thing she doesn't have a house key.
Here are some photos of the lovelies. No drooling. OK, drool.
You know you want to commit a felony by breaking into my house right now.