Sep 24, 2012
Friends, every so often while hunting for patterns, I come across an image that says it all. And since you know me pretty well by now, I'm not even going to tell you what it says; I trust you can figure it out.
To help you along a bit, I'll add an additional visual from the same pattern company.
Moving right along, and much less cryptic, I'd like to announce our vintage pattern giveaway winner!
She's a Pacific Northwester who cooks, gardens, sews, knits, and sometimes beads -- and happens to be married to an up-and-coming rockstar -- please put your hands together for Portland's own Leigh!
Leigh please shoot me an email with your mailing address (peterlappinnyc at gmail dot com) and I'll get your pattern out to you ASAP. Congratulations!
Next, I have some new fabric to share with you. First, I found a few yards of what feels like cotton chintz at the flea market recently. It's a Waverly fabric and the design is "Bows Jolie." Not sure what I'll do with it, but I can't say no to $2 fabric.
Today I went to the Garment District (which I've noticed recently is being rebranded "The Fashion District" -- Lord knows why) where I was actually recognized by MPB reader Lynn. I felt like a real celebrity and only wish the store owners felt the same. Lynn was purchasing denim to make curtains for her son at Fabrics For Less and I was hunting down another one of those Ascher Studio prints, one I'd seen over the summer and passed on. It's a lovely polished cotton, much like a sateen. Not sure what I'll make with it but I'll find something -- and soon.
Finally, at Metro Textiles, Kashi had this heavy pink fleece for just $2/yd. This will be a robe for Michael's mother I think.
I'm still trying to find fabric to make my own mother a robe, but I'm having a hard time finding anything suitable. I'd like a quilted cotton fabric with minimal stretch, and all I keep seeing that's quilted is cheap lining material. I must be looking in the wrong place.
Hey, look what Michael found in yesterday's trash!
It's a vintage lipstick holder (Fifties maybe?), complete with mirror, faux mother of pearl, jewels, and an actual vintage lipstick, though definitely not something you'd want to put on your mouth at this point. Still, I'm very proud of Michael: he's learning to keep an eye peeled for treasures in the trash.
Readers, that's all for today.
About that opening pattern, I'm curious: What does it say to you (if anything)? Don't think about it too much -- just free associate.
Have a great day, everybody!