This is how I feel about these chips:
"When I was a little girl in Panama, a rich American came to our town and he was wearing playing with the softest most beautiful sweater chips. I said to him, "What do you call this these most beautiful fabric chips?", and he said, "They call it cashmere The Vineyard". I repeated the word, "Cashmere, cashmere Vineyard, Vineyard". And I asked if I could have it them, and he said "No. Get away from me." Then he started walk away. But I grabbed onto his leg screaming for him to give me the sweater chips and he dragged me through the street. And then he kicked at me with the other foot and threw some change at me. Oh, but I didn't want the change, Georgie. I wanted the cashmere Vineyards."
Will someone just buy these already so I can quit thinking about them?
