Yes, as you all probably remember, not two months ago I said that I would not purchase any more fabric. At least not until I finished my pending projects and made another dent at my current fabric stash.
And, I stayed good to my word.
In fact, last week I went to G-Street fabrics to pick up some sewing notions, and resisted the temptation that was offered before my very eyes in the form of two pieces of silk dupioni. The first one is a very nice deep-rose color, and the second is a mint-green shot with burnt orange. You put them both together and, weirdly enough, they look beautiful.
So I looked at it and told to myself: "No. Bad, bad Belfebe. We are not purchasing anything else."
And Belfebe, like the good girls she is, sighed and walked away from the fabric.
Damn. I was so proud of myself!
The problem, however, is that this proved to be one of those cases in which the darned fabric keeps haunting you for the rest of the week. I tried to console myself by telling me that I can always get more dupioni if I wish. That the color combo is perfect, but that there will be others. That all I need to do is to go online and look for it. That after all, Denver Fabrics is back online and they have the best selection on shot dupioni out there.
Only that they don't. Not anymore. As many of us know, Denver Fabrics was purchased by Fashion Fabrics Club, and now their selection is not nearly as good as the other one.
I also checked Fabrics.com and, although they have some very beautiful stuff, no shot mint-green and deep rose silk.
It was driving me bananas.
So Monday evening I stopped at G-Street. "Maybe I will look at it and not like it anymore," I told myself.
To make a long story short, I walked out with a length of each, enough to make myself a nice kirtle and an English fitted jacket. Or at least, that's what the fabric tells me it wants to be, even though I wanted to make something French or Italian with it.
Gotta listen to the fabric.
Add to that the black bobbin lace that I purchased once upon a time, and that looks awesome against that green silk. Definitely an English fitted jacket.
And that's it.
I think that I need to go whip myself up with a wet noodle as penance.
Either that, or I will make spaghetti with the noodle and eat it later.
After all, I do like to suffer in comfort.