… tend to come around. It’s just happened in spectacular fashion. Last term I ummed and ahhed for ages before finally letting go and giving my students open access to my fabric stash. I didn’t even mind when someone bagsed my favourite linen tablecloth and I cut up my vintage Mickey Mouse curtain carefully so as many people as possible could have a piece.
Last week one of my Mums dropped in two rubbish bags full of fabric. She’d been cleaning our her mother’s attic and thought maybe I could do something with it. She apologised… it was all really old… mostly from the sixties. Which is how I ended up with vibrant cotton seersuckers and vintage Liberty prints.
Flannelette from cute little pyjamas and pretty rose-covered dress fabrics. Denims and ticking and things that were probably worn in a nativity play. Piles of quilting pieces in china blues and moss greens. I was astounded.
The same day another parent left 5 boxes of fabric at reception in the hope that we might find it useful. I went from astounded to speechless. All sorts of vibrant cotton fabrics, upholstery remnants and pieces of brightly coloured wool. Patterns, ribbons and lace. Even a couple of lovely old dresses. One box was crammed full of 80s patchwork fabrics … although I think it’s going to be at least another ten years before anyone loves that stuff again! But we can wait and in the meantime, there is plenty of fabric to share.