One of my father in law's funniest statements was, to his wife, "Go shopping. It's cheaper than therapy." No, he wasn't a touchy-feely, sensitive sort of guy. My dearly beloved has never said anything of the sort. No with him, it's more like, "So get what you want. Why are you talking to me?" Fortunately for him, I never went shopping for a Ferrari or a sable coat.
Last weekend, when my old summer dressing gown tripped me, my dearly beloved growled at me to do something about a new one. That meant fabric shopping, and that meant (since it was around midnight) Fabric Mart on the internet. Carolyn, the Sewing Fanatic periodically talks about the place, and I do have to say that their service was fast. Ordered Saturday, received Tuesday, this fabric has been sitting on my table talking to me, awaiting attention.
The loud blue and yellow abstract print here is already becoming a summer dress. These people are generous in their measurements, unlike the chain store hereabouts, where 1 yard means 36.25". (I did bawl them out once for cutting a piece crooked, and refused to take it, proving to them that while it was 36" where they had measured, it was under 35" at the other edge.) So, I'm thinking that there might be a fall dress in this piece, too, but I have to live with it for a while and see. The blue with yellow flowers is destined to be a skirt, the one with the silvery threads hasn't yet told me what it wants to be, nor has the off white with embroidered flowers.
I just love love love the burgundy floral in the center of this picture. It could be a million different things, but I bought this for the new dressing gown. I think more may come my way for other uses. It so reminds me of impressionist paintings, which I just adore. The almond fabric to its left wants to be a skirt, and the floral to the right hasn't given me any definitive answers yet.
So, now you all know I'm crazy. Textiles talk to me. Don't worry, I'll be locked back in the rubber room again soon (only kidding).