The problem with fabrics

Note to self………don’t buy fabric without knowing what you are going to do with it!!

I bought quite a lot of good quality cotton fabric a few months ago. At the time I was pretty certain of what my course of action would be. I was going to make drop hem skirts and make a feature of the hemline with a wide bias of a complimentary fabric. Sounds simple eh?

Well I have thought and deliberated and changed my mind no less that a dozen times. I have contemplated these fabrics in bed, on the walk to school, during conversations that I should have been attending to, while cooking dinner and hanging out washing, while the kids were in the bath, while stacking the dishwasher.

Quite a bit of water has been involved, and yet all of my vacillating, thinking, changing of the mind, doing other things, putting it back in the cupboard, hasn’t worked.

They were going to be wrap skirts, simple a line skirts, drop hem skirts, long skirts with a frill, dresses. Part of the problem is that they are the narrow width of quilting fabric which doesn’t lend itself well to garment making because there is a lot of waste, and that fact bothers me.

Another problem is that the patterns have a direction, a right way and a wrong way to be cut, this create a whole other set of limitations!

I don’t feel any closer to a solution now than I did when I started but I have decided that I just need to use it, it doesn’t matter how, just get rid of it so that I can move on, breathe in fact, get some sleep and re-enter the human race.

By the way I bought some fabric on-line from Japan, thats a bit of fun! Check it out fabric Tales

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2 Responses to The problem with fabrics

  1. Squirt Baby says:

    Oh I feel your pain sista! Although, sometimes it’s good to buy on a whim – the right project will come along one day, or you’ll know when it’s time to move it out! Must be time for a coffee.

  2. hourigan says:

    I think I have a problem with the Catholic guilt, the finger of my mother descends through the clouds and says in a fingerly way, now that you’ve spent all that money, what are you going to DO with it. Yikes! I wake up sweating, or dreaming that I’ve enrolled in a course, never attended class and have essays due at the end of the week.
    Its a hair shirt (or skirt) of my own making I fear……