Long ago, I sewed all my daughters' clothes,
and pretty much all of my own.
My Mom had sewn ours, and her own, so I followed her example.
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| Image: Karen, of The Graphics Fairy |
And then I discovered that if you give merchants foldy green paper,
they give you fabric that is already sewn into garments.
Son of a gun. Who knew?
But a few years ago, I bought a killer sewing machine.
A Babylock Symphony.
And my daughter Anne has used it more than I have.
Bad Cass. Bad, bad Cass.
After romping through the fabric shops of New York's
Garment District with Anne, weekend-before-last, I was inspired.
Time to fire up the needles and threads, and go all creative again.
But since I'm too lazy to romp back into NYC again,
I hit up Fabric Warehouse in Rahway, New Jersey.
Holy monkeys, what a lotta stuff.
Most of the offerings are home dec fabrics, but there is
a goodly section of fashion remnants -- suitings, challis, knits ....
The suitings called my name, plus they are crazy cheap inexpensive.
Here, in my car, a quick (and bad) phone shot of my treasures.
L to R, a black and cream speckly tweed, a multi-color loose weave,
and a brown and black tweedy fabric (my favorite among them).
I'm feeling the cold weather looming.
I'll have to test the fabrics to determine fiber content.
Could be just about anything ... but I bought stuff for 3 jackets
for 27 bucks.
Sweet.
As long as the faric doesn't melt in the rain.
As long as the faric doesn't melt in the rain.
Now, let's see if I get these sewn. I'm still promising to finish up
some simple draperies for That Old House ... so what I need to do is
get over my lingering fear of my fancy sewing machine,
get over my lingering fear of my fancy sewing machine,
and put my foot to the pedal and go.
The sun just came out. Good omen! -- Cass
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