Yesterday lunchtime I was hunting for some cotton lycra jersey when I stumbled across the single most beautiful fabric I have ever seen, in Calico’s, Cardiff. Just look at this.
*sigh* Isn’t it just heaven? It’s a wool mix and feels a bit felted, has lovely wispy textured bits on it and is just so bold and vibrant. To give an idea of scale the largest roses are about 20cm across.
So today, after anguishing over it all evening, and my husband agreeing that I would be stupid not to buy it, I went back. I was actually shaking a little bit as I watched it being measured and cut, and I told the lovely sales assistant all about my plans. She agreed that it would make a fabulous coat and confessed that she’s been eyeing it up herself also. (I think it’s probably for the best that I don’t work in a fabric shop. I don’t think I’d have any wages to speak of to take back home with me. But I’d have a glorious fabric stash.)
I see this as a fitted frock coat with a swishy, twirly skirt. I have my eye on McCalls 6800 but I want to browse a bit more before I commit. I want to be sure that the pattern I choose is absolutely right.
It has also occurred to me that such a bold fabric and such a fitted pattern might end up wearing me rather than the other way round. As you can tell from my DIY dress form I’m a bit on the stumpy, stout side. So I think I should probably try to apply myself to Slimming World between now and Christmas so I can get the best out of this fabric.
I can’t help feeling this fabric is going to end up being named, as I can’t keep saying ‘this fabric’ over and over, ever after. But not today. Today I’m not feeling moved or inspired to name fabrics.
(In case you were wondering, I didn’t manage to find any suitable jersey in town, but I did order some from Tia Knight which should be with me shortly, so it’s all good.)