I thought I’d share what has driven me to this crazed sewing fanaticism. My Uncle is a darling. And he gives me his fabric samples. Bucket loads. Trash bags full. Rubbermaid containers the size of industrial waste containers FULL of everything from a beautiful soft Italian print to a gorgeous green French silk. When I get these delightful packages, it’s like Christmas. A never ending Christmas.
My sister and I split the fabric, and I give a lot of it away to people who I know would find a creative use for it. But that still leaves me with a LOT of fabric. And I’ve become a fabricphile.
Here are photos of my closet. Yes, my closet. I used to have my sewing table in there, but it got stuffy and we rearranged and blah blah blah. So now it holds fabric.
Lots and lots of fabric…