One of the reasons I cleaned my studio on the weekend was because the fabric was starting to pile up on the floor. I'd not only pulled a bunch of pieces off the shelves and not put them back, I'd also not shelved recent purchases and I wasn't entirely sure I could fit all the fabric on the shelves... and that's my agreement with myself. I'm only allowed as much fabric as the shelves will hold.
Several years ago I read Gabor Maté book In The Realm Of Hungry Ghosts about the nature of addictions, why we are prone to them, and how to liberate ourselves. In it, he gives an example from his own life regarding his addiction to classical music that resonated. I am addicted to fabric, especially quality fabric on sale. I have the hardest time walking by all that potential and it's only by setting limits on myself that I don't truly have a fabric store in my studio, just a rather large collection.
And, like any addict, I have friends with the same addiction. Where Caroline lives, there is one quilt shop and no fabric stores. She is still doing some quilting but has mostly switched to sewing fashions so it works for her - sort of - but not really. Mostly she stocks up when she's down south which means we also bought fabric on our play day together.
This piece is a knit. I was attracted to the mix of colors and the 70% off price tag and it wasn't until I took this picture that I noticed the skull or the words. A skull ? ? ? That really doesn't seem like me so I'm debating whether I can live with them or whether to figure out how to cut around them. Plus I need to find and figure out all the words. I'd hate to be walking around wearing some phrase I'd rather not wear although they are quite subtle and someone would have to be up close and personal to be "reading" my fabric. Too funny.
With my love for paisley, this piece didn't have a hope of staying in the store. It's a knit, slightly embossed, with a wonderful drape like a heavy ponte. I bought two and a half meters since I'm not sure what I want to make from it.
There's something about the blue and lime that I really like but flowers ? ? ? What's with this sudden attraction to flowers? It's a cotton polyester blend with a waffle weave. And I see it as pants. Pants ? ? ? Do you think they'd be aging on a woman my age with my hips?
The colors of this last piece remind me of a sunset. It's a knit, very similar to two pieces I've already sewn - one into a top and one into a dress - which makes me think I'll enjoy wearing it as much. The gold/rust colors - like the red in the floral I'm working with now - are not typical colors for me. Apparently, I'm testing new possibilities.
Yesterday, I read most of the day. Today, I really need to finish that dress so I'll have something to share tomorrow. Hopefully, that's enough of a push. Perhaps once I get started, the mojo will continue to flow. Wouldn't that be nice.
Talk soon - Myrna
Grateful - friends that share addictions