I have had quite a few addictions in my life. Shoes, clothes, bags, shopping. Nothing special and certainly nothing like drugs, cigarettes and alcohol. When Tweedle Dee was born, my form of addictions changed. Baby clothes, children’s shoes, babywraps, cloth diapers – Yeah, I was, am, a very proud babywearing, breastfeeding, cloth diapering mom. Although I am not breastfeeding, babywearing or cloth diapering anymore. They have grown up soooo fast! – and gorgeous wooden toys.
But I have this other thing. I love to make clothes for TD2. I have a sewing machine and an overlock sewing machine (serger for the North Americans) and a matching stash of fabrics and supplies. Tonight – Yes, it’s past midnight here in GMT+1 – I had this incredible urge to unfold and refold all my fabrics. And standing there I realised that I am in deep. Very deep. I am addicted to fabrics. The colours, the feel, the prints…
Naturally I have my share of patterns, ribbons, trimmings, buttons, yarn, you name it… to match all this. And after tidying everything away I took pictures. To confess and to have some images for you to go with it.
So uh… Yeah… I’ve got it bad!