Once upon a time, I met a wonderful girl in my textile class at college. We bonded over crafts, and then discovered our shared love affair for No Doubt and Dawson’s Creek.
It was in that textile class we would scrounge through the fabric scraps and often fill our handbags full of them. (Not that this was stealing…purely for creative sake)
No one else in our class really understood our need and want for the fabric scraps, after all they were just scraps. But it was one early morning; the bin had just been filled up, ducking and diving we were, when suddenly we pulled out the most exquisite skirt…
“WOW!” exclaimed Alice.
This was pure vintage, and a tiny waistline, that would fit almost Twiggy. It was decided in seconds, the skirt would be ours.
We sneakily snuck it into one of our bags and carried on with our sewing and appliqué.
It was later that day at break time, we layed it out on a cafeteria table in all its glory and cut right down the middle.
For this fabric would be split in half. And from that day on I have cherished this.
I was considering finally using the fabric but here’s me being all sentimental, it will probably just remain a treasured scrap.
I love you G x