I dream of a warehouse space with lofty ceilings and huge cutting tables, bins for fabric sorted by colour, type…….
What I have is less space than the house I sold several years ago; the back of the garage. Skirt in progress is on the near chair. Pieces for a vest are on the big sewing machine table and possible blouse fabrics on the far chair in sight so I can think of them, subliminally.
Yet another view of the surfaces, disappeared under fabric. I admit I have a fabric addiction. I could sew for years without ever buying another yard…… except that there is always another interesting design or texture that suggests something wonderful.
It’s hard to tell, but I recently did a re-sort of my attic storage area. This is just what can be seen from the door. Visible floor is an improvement. One of my interior lights is broken so I will have to get an electrician here soon……
So, back to the machine and the gypsy/steampunk skirt I’m working on. Then I will dare to cut fabric; always the hardest part.