"Colorado Fabrics is the largest fabric store between Los Angeles and Chicago", pronounced the sales woman when Abby and I entered the biggest fabric store we had ever seen. Calling out to be touched were rolls of silk, wool, brocade, fake fur, lace, designer fabric and more. I was surrounded by fabric and memories of trips like this with my own Mother. Unwinding bolts of fabric, then discussing the fabric's pattern repeat, drape and overall suitable for the project at hand were common conversations with my Mother . I firmly believe that my pull towards pattern, color and texture, comes from handling so many textiles growing up. I have clear memories of looking at the ends of fabric blots and enjoying the way the edges looked as they wound around the cardboard core.
Interpreting this trip for the Life Ring had to be fabric that reminded me of my Mother. While Abby was looking for, "tropical weight wool" for her next historical costume project, I set out to find my Mother. I settled on a lovely cotton sateen floral. Bright blooms on a black background seemed like the perfect pick. Of course it was expensive but that fit too. My Mother never shied away from quality but her frugal, thrift store loving daughter, was happy she only needed a quarter yard!
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