What do you do when you are in a fabric shop and spot a sign that says ’5op per metre’? You run that’s what you do.Now not all of the stuff on the racks in this area were beautiful or even useful and I suppose that is why they were being sold off at knock down prices. But basic ticking (I’m being good because I have it in the wash already so I can set myself to work next week rather than specialising in procrastination) and some even more basic stripes come in handy for lining toiletry bags and little bits.
But, but, but what do you do when a woman browsing said bargain corner picks out an utterly gorgeous fabric and trots off with it? You cross your fingers and hope she doesn’t buy the bloody lot. Then you heap your piles of fabric, felt and ribbon oh and buttons into your long suffering husband’s arms and stalk her around the shop. I’m not subtle, so by the time she came to have it measured out I stood close behind her pretending to umm and ahh over a poncho knitting pattern. As she was paying the lady behind the till was about to return the fabric to it’s home but my stalkee(?) put her hand out and said ‘oh no, I believe this young woman would like some.’ Que much blushing from me, but my, how it is beautiful. 5 meters please!Now I know it’s not for everyone but the blowsy flowers, beautiful colours and the defiant dark background did something for me and I think it’ll be just the thing to cover a few seat pads on some battered up chairs I plan to paint in vivid and happy colours.TTFN,