Did you hear the almighty thud the other day when I fell off the fabric wagon?
I came to, sitting on the ground, rubbing my head, watching the wagon full of all the other fabric dieters jouncing off into the distance, while in front of me was . . . temptation.
What can I say? I gave in. Fabric is my cheesecake.
I can come up with lots of reasons: I've been really good about using up older stash lately; I've bought almost no fabric so far this year; I've even been nice and sewn for other people - repeatedly. I could even blame Ann for being a temptress and having such evil, beautiful fabric. But what's the point?
Mostly it came down to the fact that it's gray and dreary and cold and I want it to be spring, damn it. And then it happened. The email from Gorgeous Fabrics, announcing her 10% off sale. I looked at it, said, "Nope, don't need any fabric," and almost hit delete.
Then I saw it. The vintagey white cotton sprinkled with golden-yellow, almost orange flowers. It reminded me of something. It reminded me, actually, of some sheets my grandmom had when I was a kid, but this was a beautiful border print cotton, not sheet-like at all.
I had to have it.
And because fabrics don't cope well traveling on their own, I bought 2 more border prints to keep it company in tthe box, a black and white and a rather loud brown and multi-color one destined to be a maxi dress, and the last yard of the blue, green and brown dot knit pictured.
I'm still sore from the fall - it's a long way down off that wagonload of virtue - but my fabrics arrived yesterday and I know what almost all of them want to be already.