As I wrote in my last post, four years ago things were changing quickly and I was feeling very lost. While walking down a street in Narberth, Pa., I felt compelled to enter Cloth & Bobbin, even though I hadn’t picked up a needle for years, and I didn’t know how to use my new sewing machine. I walked out of that fabric shop with a few yards and a burning desire to get to work.
I only really learned to sew in the summer of 2009. It was a year of wonderful and devastating change. I married a kind, funny, brilliant and amazing man in May, my husband David. And then in October, after a relatively short illness, I lost a kind, funny, brilliant and amazing man, my father. Continue reading
I’m a narrative fabric buyer. I just made up that term, but I’m sure I’m not the only one.
I never buy fabric just because it’s trendy or because I think someone else will like it or because I think it will sell well. I buy it because I like it. And I usually like it because it reminds me of a good memory or a person I love.