Saturday, September 24, 2011

Why do I love fabric?

I have been a sewer all my life. OKAY, maybe not ALL my life but since I was about 7 or 8 years old. My maternal grandmother was a beautiful seamstress and she made lots of cloths and things for my sister and I while we were growing up. Of course my mom can’t sew a stitch. BUT she did own an old singer sewing machine and my sister and I started making things as soon as she let us use it, which was when I was about 7 or 8.  I wish I still had that machine. It looked like this one.
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Anyway I have a love affair with fabric. I still collect several different kinds of printed fabric. I love batiks and fabrics from Marimekko as well as wools and silks.
I love dying fabric. I love the process and I can hardly wait to see what the fabric will look like when it is all washed and pressed. Ironing is such a soothing activity. Go ahead call me nuts, but I enjoy pressing the wrinkles out of the fabric.
I think the reason why I love fabric so much is that it presents endless possibilities. You can make it into almost anything. That seems like a gift to me.
Fallmedley
My special this month on the website is a gift to you. Four long quarter yards of four new color gradations called Fall Medley.
Winter Sky, October Sky, Pumpkin Patch and Prairie Winter. You should treat yourself. George never hesitates to treat himself to a new color.
 

1 comment:

Cornwoman said...

You know, I think you have hit the nail on the head about why I love fabric! It's gorgeous, of course, but the possibilities of what it could be are limitless and allows the imagination to soar!

I love the four fabrics, and George looks SO contented in his stash pile! lol

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