I try not to speak to things that are not human, or at least objects that do not breath. It makes me feel a little bit crazy. However, I cannot avoid the confession that sometimes, not often, I do speak to inanimate objects, and sometimes they speak back. Before you call any institution on my behalf, allow me to explain.
A few weeks ago I purchased some fabric to make a few pinafore dresses for Adeline. While ironing out the fabric, one of the pieces talked to me. Actually it pleaded. It begged me not to make it into a dress but instead to make it into a table runner.
What is a girl to do if the fabric at hand is begging to be made into something completely different than its intended use? You listen, of course.
Rather than fold the fabric neatly to cut into a little dress, I cut and trimmed a few edges, double folded all around, and added a double seam to the hem. In the end I got a beautiful table runner for myself (not pictured) and another one to add to my website (yes, pictured). I haven’t listed it yet because I cannot remember its exact dimensions. Once I re-measure, it will be up in the shop and ready to adorn someone’s table, hutch, counter or piano top.
The only problem with allowing one piece of fabric to rebel is that it encourages others to do so. See the napkins? Yes, those were also meant to be a part of the same dress. Now said fabric is a set of napkins which I use to wipe pizza sauce from my face.
Fabric is from Anna Maria Horner’s Good Folk’s collection.
If you still have doubts about my sanity, that’s OK. The proof is before you that lisening to the fabric was the best thing to do, sane or otherwise.