So I found this fabric at my local thrift shop. It had a nice flow to it and it had a funky pattern so I said why not and purchased it for a whopping 2 bucks. I finally got around to making something with it and was wearing it when my parents had a little gathering up at our place. The nurse that was there when I was born happened to be there (small towns amirite?) and right away she asked me if I had made the dress. Turns out the fabric had been hers, and she had been given it ten years before while on a trip to Morocco.
I like to be reminded every now and again that fabrics have histories. Who bought this thinking they would get around to using it eventually? Who finally cleared out their fabric stash? Who just couldn’t resist buying a few meters on a vacation even though they couldn’t sew?
I just really like fabric.