To my dear, dear Stitchery Friends . . . if you want to know one thing I am absolutely passionate about, it is fabric. I just love fabric. The clip of this redhead rubbing the fabric up to her cheek – um, yes, this is entirely me (redhair and all). All my projects have to go through a fabric-worthiness beauty pageant. Most times, the fabric gets neatly folded and put away again. I honestly just cannot bear to cut it, unless of course I have yards upon yards to spare and cherish and rub up to my cheek for years to come.
Yes, I do have a fabric stash, or should I say “section” of the house. I’m beginning to feel it is a contagious disease – this fabric hoarding. (Just ask my friends – I’m sure they’ll concur.) Oh, for the love of textiles! I even have an annual trip to one of the most fabulous fabric stores that I save up for each year.
I do not know whether it is the colors, the designs, the prints, the vintage-flair to most of my collection, or just my personality, but I am like a kid in a candy store when it comes to shopping for fabric. I even like the word. F a b r i c - it just sounds nice. If I could buy bolts and bolts at a time, I most definitely would – (er…um, I guess I have). I may not even have a project in mind, just to have it on hand for when I do have a project, er… uh… when I need to just rub it against my cheek.