An exercise in restraint
Like many sewing fantastics I suffer from a fabric shopping addiction. There is no way I would ever find the time to sew up all the fabrics I crave. Unless I quit my job(s), sell all my possessions (except my fabrics and sewing tools of course) and move into a shed.
But somehow fresh fabrics are always much more exciting than the ones that are hovering in plastic containers deep down in my closet. I am aware of my addiction, but still I find myself always prowling for new fabrics. I also like to apply some twisted logic on my purchases, like that some fabrics simply has to be bought because they are so unique. Though my criteria for unique is loose to say the least, and pretty much applicable on every kind of fabric.
Anyhow, yesterday I faced my demons once again and visited the twice yearly local fabric fair. And man did I find some fantastic fabrics, especially the ones in wool. I kept touching, lifting, asking, fondling, crunching numbers, going away, returning, going away, returning. I could easily have blown a huge amount of money there. But somehow I didn't. I just bought a small rotary cutter, some rickrack and on my way out I stumbled on a real find, narrow tube knitted soft grey wool, that I will turn into a scarf.
Still I can't let go of that navy double knit wool that would turn into a perfect cardigan jacket or that 2 meter wide (!) marled plum wool jersey from Italy. Or that....