Well, I wouldn't worry about it till you show up at the checkout with all the material still on the bolts, glazed look in eyes and a bit of foam at the corners of your mouth, mumbleing something about 2 1/2 yards of this, 5 yards of that, 8 yards of the blue. And they drag you kicking and screaming back to the cutting counter to get them cut. Well, I wasn't kicking and screaming that time. Just kind of adopted a lost look, which I am good at calling up at a minutes moment.