Why is it that when I do not have time to sew or blog I can still manage to find time to buy fabric? I even managed the superhuman feat of buying fabric when I had left my wallet a 45-minute drive away at home. Someone had better get me a lasso, a sparkly leotard and an invisible aeroplane after that achievement.
The indefinite period of the stash is obviously over. I did so well until Easter, only buying white thread and white fabric that was used as quickly as it was bought, but I had a growing shopping list and vouchers burning holes in my pockets.
What follows is a confession of purchases made since Easter.
I had long been tempted by the cuteness of Sunny Day Supply’s stock. The packaging is just as cute when it arrives.
I met some fellow Instagrammers for coffee and a local fabric destash. I could not buy myself a coffee or a bacon and egg brunch without my forgotten wallet, left on my desk at home, but I could buy fabric at the destash thanks to Cath, a clever stallholder, who accepted Paypal. Mobile phones to the rescue. Thanks also go to Ann-Marie who took pity on my penniless state and kindly bought me a coffee with real money. I owe you! As for the fabric, it was a destash. It was a bargain. Resistance was futile.
My Fat Quarter Shop voucher needed using. Then, of course, I had to fill the envelope to make the postage worthwhile. I am already getting lots of use from my perfect circles.
I spent one day volunteering at the local quilt show. I had only stepped a few paces inside the door when I bought Chuck Nohara’s book, which was on my shopping list. The show was not even open yet, but the Can Do Books stallholder was happy to make a sale before official opening hours.
And my Liberty Addicts Club parcel arrived from Amitié Textiles. It is eight fat-sixteenths sent out quarterly – not too over the top. I already started cutting into that before I thought to take a photo. This was the one thing that I had planned to buy this year even during my period of restraint.
Massdrop is a bad influence. The two neatly tied bundles at the back that are not otherwise accounted for came from Massdrop.
And I still have my Fabric Please! order sitting at a friend’s house in Canada where it waits for my hubby to collect it and bring it home. I won a voucher thanks to Jenn of A Quarter Inch from the Edge.
But I have learned one very important lesson since Easter: buying fabric as a pick-me-up is not the worst thing you can do. Last month, I decided on a whim to ask my hairdresser to put a semi-permanent colour through my hair. After all my hard work packing and moving my grandmother, I thought a treat for me was in order. The last time I coloured my hair was in the mid-1990s. However, this time I developed a very, very nasty allergic reaction to the dye. My scalp was raw, but it even caused a rash on my back and legs that still lingers more than a fortnight later. At least buying fabric does not make me itch or break out in a rash and weeping sores. If you have the slightest suspicion that you have sensitive skin (I cannot use sunscreen or wash dishes), read up on hair dye allergies and ask your hairdresser to do a patch test two days before your appointment. It could save you a lot of misery.
The moral of the story is that buying fabric is much better for me than going to the hairdresser. Maybe my stash is not so bad after all. Any excuse to buy more fabric!