Friday, June 17, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
The first thing that pushed me down the evil path of destruction was my good friend Sarah telling me about a wholesale home dec fabric outlet in Delaware. Yup, wholesale, outlet--tax free. Stick a fork in me. Interior Alternatives is a veritable wonderland of high end wholesale fabric that I nearly fainted when I walked through the door. One problem--not a single bolt of Amy Butler fabric in sight. One giant armload of bargains later, I was happy, but still unfulfilled. Sunday brought another cloudy, semi-chilly day, which allowed me to feel less guilty about not working outside and broadening my retail search. I had been on the Amy Butler website earlier and looked up store locations with zero success. Fabrics on the Hill in Chestnut Hill, PA was suggested and yielded nothing but being yelled at for having the audacity to enter with a coffee cup in my hand. I get it, but I am an adult and had they been nice about it, I might have not have turned on my heel and marched out the door upon realizing that they didn't have what I was looking for and then had no desire to give them any business. With a little more diligent examination, the search showed a store in Narberth called Cloth and Bobbin. Hmm, my curiosity was piqued and after reading the glowing reviews on Yelp.com, I couldn't wait to visit. I wasn't disappointed. They didn't carry the entire Amy line, but had all of the quilting fabrics as well as some others that I might never have found. Their owner Johanna was one of the nicest, most welcoming shop owners I have encountered in a long time and I can't wait to return. A quick shot of my weekend haul is shown below. I cannot wait to dig in!
Monday, April 25, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
I had the great fortune to have a fantastically talented grandmother. This was both good and bad. Good because she seems to have somehow passed on all of that ability and bad because she left this world before getting a chance to show me what to do with any of it. She was an artist in her heart and a seamstress by trade. Legend has it that she had a commercial sewing machine in her possession that had the power to "sew two doors together" and never needed anything as mundane as a pattern to work from. She could look at a garment, go to the store and source some fabric, go home and whip something up on a matter of hours that would be better made and more flattering. A lot to live up to.
My own mother has no artistic or crafting abilities whatsoever, so growing up, sewing was something that other people did in factories. We had a sewing machine (the model in the photo above) that lived in our hall closet under a cover. I had never seen under the cover until one day I asked my father to help me figure out how to use it. He dragged it out, dusted it off, expertly wound the bobbin and threaded it and I was off and running. I was stunned. It was an incredible looking antique. The motor smelled funny when it ran, the entire kitchen table shook, but it had a GAS pedal. More on this later, but something with a motor attached to an actual pedal that I could make go as fast or slow as I wanted absolutely thrilled me to death. It did exactly one stitch, in one direction and you couldn't adjust the length. Very limiting, yes, but the end result was two pieces of fabric that were attached. For an eight ten year old, this was extremely liberating.