Perhaps I should just confess that this is really a fabric acquisition blog masquerading as a sewing blog.
Here I am looking at all the fabric I haven’t sewed this spring and summer, and what do I do? I BUY MORE FABRIC. Perhaps it is just frustration because I am not sewing. I could be sewing, but I am doing other things such as digging in the garden. When I come I am too tired to stand at the cutting table and cut anything out. Well, that is probably just an excuse. I am just too tired and lazy period. However, have chair, computer, and mouse and the world of fabric shopping awaits; it is much easier to buy the fabric and dream of sewing it than actually make something.
Actually, the most recent fabric purchase was prompted by the dreaded (at least by my husband), drumroll here, swatch in the mail. Of course when I checked the mail and saw the thick package from Michael’s Fabrics, I could hardly contain myself. I checked the mail thoroughly but quickly, saw that there were no pink slips, normally cause for sadness as it means “shucks no packages”, and with glee slipped out the door, thankful that I did not have to stand in line but could escape promptly to the sanctity of my car. As soon as the door was closed and I could pretend that I was in my own little bubble world, I ripped that envelope open and started fondling fabric – gorgeous fabric. I am unrepentant.
Isn’t she lovely??
I considered going right home to call Michael immediately. However, I let my responsible side take over and I ran my errands first. I needed to go the Home Depot to get more spikes and bolts for the garden bed I am building as all construction has halted until the right materials are procured. Once in Home Depot of course, I was temporarily distracted from fabric. Who ever knew bolts and screws and metal and all that STUFF could be so fascinating? Still I knew my brain was slightly addled when I started looking at a display of wires and cables wondering what kind of FABRICS they would make if I knitted them up. I was especially taken by some thin stainless steel cable….
I managed to wrench myself away from the cables, get through the checkout line, and rush home and call Michael. The fabric, or at least a piece of it, is mine, all mine. I have no idea what it will become. I think I can waste a lot of time dreaming of the possibilities.
On the other hand, I had better not dream about it too much tonight as I have hours of office accounting ahead of me. I spent the afternoon in the yard with the drill bolting landscape timbers together and now I must spend the evening working and earning my paycheck so that I can conintue dreaming of fabrics.