For some reason (maybe there's a warp in the space time continuum) but things have been jumping out of my hands for the last week. Today, a spool of thread leapt across my sewing table and down the hall way. Friday, a bowl jumped into two mugs and knocked them onto the counter and then to the floor. A million pieces. And the list goes on. I'm glad I'm not carrying a baby around!
It's been a long day. I planned to work all day, but I found out that a big fabric store not too far away is having a liquidation sale. I bought more than 22 yards of fabric (he was very generous with ends of bolts) 10 spools of thread (6 metallic, more about which later) and 6 small rotary cutter blades for less than $100. Including tax. I can't dye fabric any more, and I'm not patient enough to paint it, so I use commercial fabrics a lot. This was a good opportunity for me to get some monochromatic pieces with texture, and the like. I loaded up the cart, and then went back through it to cull the bolts I really didn't need.
So here's what I bought.
That shiny piece on the end is silver tissue lame. I know, it's really hard to work with, but it will make cool purses.
The thread is Coats and Clark, and it works well. A lot better than Sulky metallics.
Then I tried to finish one little piece, just one! But the thread broke, I lost my place in the quilting (black on black, always a bad idea.) I don't know how many time I ripped stuff out, and I'm not that particular! But I persevered, and finally quit to go to yoga. Which I discovered I wasn't signed up for, after I drove through rush hour traffic. But enough people didn't show up so I got in, in the end.
Tomorrow is another day.