If you have ever thought I loved fabric shopping, know that my inability to stay away from fabric is nothing compared to this woman's. Here she is going for what she hopes to make a skirt with.
And here with Rachel and Mela
I'm sure I must have mentioned my mom's ability to psyche me into giving her my sewing related stuff. Last time she made me part with my overlocker. This time she is angling for my sewing patterns. She spent last night going through my stash, and selected what she wanted...the nerve! She's got it all packed in a suitcase, and is waiting to select some more. Now, I know I want to stash bust, but this, is pure thievery.
I think it is worth mentioning at this point that saying "No" to my mom, is an invitation for a history lesson. Oh yes! If I ever feel the need to know my history from when I was conceived, till that very minute, passing by the Dior shoes she gave me for my wedding, all I have to do, is refuse to give her something of mine that she wants. So, I had to be crafty. I told her I was really broke now, and I am not working, and I don't know if I will EVER see these same patterns again. After much blackmail ( on both sides), we came to a pretty good conclusion. So, for every pattern she wants, I will trace my size off, and she will sew it up for me, and her payment will be the pattern. Genius right? Yes I know, I'm clever like that.
I am now looking forward to a few months of luxury, with my mom sewing for me. Oh the life I lead sometimes.