Puppies and Smiles

A puppy has managed to stumble into my life. I am desparately attempting to make room for her in my hectic, chaotic lapses of time called my life. Somehow I find bits of time here and there to toss her ball, stand out in the sunshine, holding her lease while she pees and there even seems to be time for snuggling. I might find her required need for my time resentful, but with each interation comes a puppy smile, and puppy hugs and adoring eyes. Ok, ….I can probably managed this. After all, whose heart has not the space for love?

Old, Worn and Loved

Wow, has it been a year since I have posted ?? Really? It doesn’t feel that way….hmmmm….

I recently went on a fabric purchasing tour which led me into the bowels of a particular warehouse. I love the dark, creepiness of the battered wood shelving where old remnants lie awaiting their fate. Here, bundle upon bundle of fabric lay tossed into heaps as if unloved and forgotten. I have not forgotten them, I love them. They are attic treasures and I get to sift through their bodies in quiet solitude for few others bother to search these darkened aisles, feathered with cobwebs and old hanging lightbulbs to dimly light our way.
This trip, I found wonderful, soft blue ticking, over dyed by misfortune and tainted a soft fawn brown as if covered with stains. Yards and yards of this mis dyed and stained stripe lay there. It looked like it could be the fabric of my Grandfathers Apron, old, used, worn and loved. I walked out with armloads and on my way out on a different weather beaten shelf, I found the floral match. I smiled. Here was Grammy’s old Apron Fabric.

Great clothes begin with great fabric, or at least, fabric that inspires the designer.