Oh the possibilities!

One thing that will always remind me of my mom is fabric. I have so many memories of her sewing and picking out material for quilts or whatever project she was making. She'd take us to the fabric store and spend (what felt like to me) hours, matching up fabric swatches. I never really liked it much. I would stand there and wonder how in the world it could possibly take so long to pick out material. I'm sure I huffed and sighed, rolled my eyes, and gave my mom crap for how bored I was. Sorry mom.

I made a quilt once when I was maybe 12. I still have it. It's a big quilt, big enough to fit onto a king size bed. My mom helped me pick out material and taught me how to cut squares and sew them together. I did the entire quilt by myself (with my mom's guidance of course), and I remember it taking forever. I mean, forever. I thought it was never going to end. Just when I thought it was done, there was something else to do. I swore I'd never make another one. That was the end of my sewing desire.

That was, until recently. I am doing a nursery and in my searching to pull it together I became baffled by the price of curtains. I mean really, some things are just too expensive for what they are. And the windows in the nursery are kind of an awkward length, so I decided if I was going to go through the work of buying expensive curtains just to hem them - why not make my own? But then I soon found that making your own curtains can be just as expensive as buying them. Note that 'can' is the key word. I was looking in the wrong places, and at the wrong fabrics. After knowing where to look I have settled on making my own curtains, at a cheaper cost than buying them. And let me add...they'll be much cuter. I mean really, I didn't like much that was out there anyway - at least in the price range I was looking.

So I venture into a fabric store yesterday. I had no agenda and just decided to ho-hum around and look at all the different patterns. All these different colors and designs were calling to me, they kept saying, "ooh look how cute I am. I could be a ____." And I kept agreeing, saying back, "I love you." It was kind of like shopping for clothes, except the possibilities of what you could do with this cute new and enticing print was endless! I admit, I became my mom. I spent far too long in the store and I enjoyed every minute of it. And found way too many patterns that I liked and also got a list of too many ideas of things to make. Who am I becoming? I have always been artsy, but painting, drawing and music were more my thing, not sewing.

I went back into the store today to pick up a few pieces of fabric, Andy was with me. He became who I was when I was little - bored out of his mind and dying to walk out of the store and go home. And me, well I had a cart full of fabric trying to decide on what to choose and had a hard time deciding to put a few of my cute little friends away. I still have yet to get curtain fabric, there wasn't enough yards of the print I wanted, but that's okay, I have some other projects to work on. :)

We'll see what I say after I sit at a sewing machine for awhile. I might revert back. :)