This is a sweatshirting fabric with absolutely no stretch and is an unusual/ difficult magenta color. It doesn't match any of my ribbing and I am a little uncertain as to what to do with it. Of course, I could put it back in the stash and it could remain hidden there for another 5 years.... But I hate letting things go to waste (I like to save selvedges or little bits of leftover fabric just-in-case) and I have even been accused of being a hoarder *
Oh... and the bed in one of the spare rooms.... not to mention the floor, the boxes in the garage....
However, I think my collecting is relatively harmless: much like someone who likes to collect stamps or spoons. And, lets face it, having a fabric collection is far more useful than stamps or spoons...
And it is also a sign of preparedness and/or disaster planning. I really am just a modern day Girl Guide or even, perhaps, a Doomsday Prepper. It's just that I have different priorities to other preppers (who needs food, water, iodine tablets and a gas mask, anyway?). So just like the musicians on the Titanic, I can play while the sun goes down. I proved during the Christchurch earthquakes in February 2011 that having a well equipped
bunker sewing room was a sanity saver (even if no lives were saved in the making of clothing). But what did the stamp and spoon-collectors do during the earthquakes? Light fires? Eat dainty, little teaspoon-sized meals? Plug the cracks in the walls with First Day covers?
But back to the ugly bit of fabric. Sister N, who is visiting for Birthday Sewing Week and convalescing from an illness, thinks I should make a hoodie. I suggested an Oliver + S sailboat top (to get back on the horse/get up off the mat/ try again etc etc) but N thinks I should try something new. Oh, the dilemma.
*I blame my father for this trait (and for bad puns and cheesy cliches)