I can pretty much pinpoint the moment that my love affair with gingham began. It was 1995, and I had spent the majority of that summer transcribing the entire Wizard of Oz (word for word) on a giant stack of college-ruled notebook paper. I can’t really give you a valid reason why I did it. The Wizard of Oz is a favorite, yes, and there’s obviously the Judy Garland angle, but decades later the only thing I can deduce is there was something about the music, the colors and the wardrobe that made me yearn to commit…