I guess I like quilts because I love fabric so much. Even as a child I had an obsession with it.
Fabric Obsession
At my mom’s workplace, Jackie’s Fabrics was nearby,
I walked down there as a child, browsing around with a sigh,
A maze of round tables, I meandered through,
Bolts were neatly wrapped, the ends were tucked in too,
Yards and yards of beautiful fabric, a sight to behold,
Enticing me, but “look don’t touch” is what I was told,
Sewing notions hung on racks and just about every wall,
Large pattern books were open: Simplicity, Butterick,
McCall,
In large metal drawers, patterns safely filed away,
Unless someone bought them, that is where they’d stay,
The spools of thread were sorted in shades of the same
color,
And oh, the buttons on the cards, an assortment like no
other,
A cutting table, measuring sticks, and heavy fabric shears,
The sound of those shears cutting was music to my ears,
So many different textures, prints, colors – so much to be
made!
Remember Dotted Swiss, chenille, crushed velvet, leather
and/or suede,
Lace, terry cloth, polyester, tulle, satin, flannel, corduroy,
By now my head was spinning and I couldn’t take it anymore,
I’m still in love with fabric, even now that I am old,
Only now when I find it, they can mark it sold!
Tammy Harvey
written: 6/25/2016
Lovely
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