So, my mom arrived yesterday and what do you know? She made me take her fabric shopping. Rachel and Mela were going to Walthamstow market to look for some knit, and when I told my mom about it, she said she wanted to go to “that cheap market”.
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.