I stenciled yard upon yard of the fabrics by hand in Turkish Rose and Morris Stevens patterns, encased the down-feather pillows, hid all the zippers away neatly in the seams, turned the flanges out precisely. The pillows multiplied and accumulated and piled up. They really piled up.
I had piles and piles of pillows. A plethora of pillows.
Lots of piles of pillows. More than these by far.
What to do?