Fabric District, Redux
Apr. 16th, 2011 06:09 pmEvery few years Wonderful Husband braves the fabric district with me. I have a theory that he does so as a reminder to himself about why he only goes with me every few years....
It was 96 degrees when we got there. Parking was dire; we had to turn the keys in at the rooftop lot I favor, and let them have the car to park it. Fortunately I'd remembered to grab my huge cotton carry bag with the thick padded straps, so we just kept putting the ubiquitous black plastic bags in there as we collected them. After trawling through numerous stores and practically doing the usual circuit twice, we ended up with 21 yards of fabric for the costume, the three and a half pounds of various fabrics I found at Michael Levine Loft, a pair of white gloves, a packet of petal pink fabric dye for the gloves, a white boa fan (for which I need to acquire fuchsia dye), and a sparkly tiara.
Now to find the energy to sew....
It was 96 degrees when we got there. Parking was dire; we had to turn the keys in at the rooftop lot I favor, and let them have the car to park it. Fortunately I'd remembered to grab my huge cotton carry bag with the thick padded straps, so we just kept putting the ubiquitous black plastic bags in there as we collected them. After trawling through numerous stores and practically doing the usual circuit twice, we ended up with 21 yards of fabric for the costume, the three and a half pounds of various fabrics I found at Michael Levine Loft, a pair of white gloves, a packet of petal pink fabric dye for the gloves, a white boa fan (for which I need to acquire fuchsia dye), and a sparkly tiara.
Now to find the energy to sew....