This fabric was stored in my mother’s stash for years before
I stole it it mysteriously made it’s way into my own. It is a cotton sateen from the early 70’s, in that perfect red, and that gorgeous quality that is sadly no longer mainstream…
Back then we lived on an isolated sheep farm, and my Mum used to receive tiny fabric swatches in the mail and would order her sewing fabrics from those. I suspect that was where this piece originated from. It was quite an exciting day whenever the swatches arrived – my sister and I would oogle and fondle and daydream about what style to make out of what fabric, and which colours we liked the best. We never knew it then, but many years later I would be a real fashion designer…
Anyway over the years I’ve toyed with turning this piece into a skirt, but with three metres it seemed so wasteful not to use the full piece. And I always felt the fabric deserved more than being a skirt anyway.
So it would be put aside once more for further consideration.
Then forgotten about.
Then rediscovered, thought about for a while, put away and forgotten about again.
Now I’m thinking about a super-duper dress – I mean doesn’t it look gorgeous draped over the mannequin all 50’s-like?