sarah in nyc

Sunday evening I indulged in a bit of magical thinking. I knew I was going in for surgery early Monday. I bought  fabric to make myself a Rosh Ha Shanah dress. I figured that buying the fabric would ensure that I wouldn’t die on the operating table.     OK, the rational part of me knows that the chances of dying during the operation were in the close to zero range. I get that. But despite mostly being a rational sort of a girl, part of me clearly is not fully 100% rational. I bought the green boucle to make a Rosh Ha Shanah dress. It cost $1/yard. I guess if I had died the waste of the fabric wouldn’t have have been too tragic.   The other two fabrics, the grey rayon knit and the white textured knit will either be t-shirts or nightgowns. Once I was buying fabric, the siren song of mystery bundles was just too difficult to resist.   This is what arrived. I think the green boucle may have made the nice folks at Fabric Mart think that I was a red-h...

  Yesterday, when I came home from services this wonderful bundle of fabrics was left for me in a Trader Joe’s paper bag.  I have no idea who left it for me.   Four of the fabric are wonderful old style batiks printed on heavy cotton. These sorts of batiks were easy to find during the 1960’s and ‘70’s and are hard to find in this quality these days. They scream summer dress to me in that Harvard Square circa 1972 fashion that is so dear to my heart.  I may need to make a leather and wood ponytail holder to go with the dress and forget about shaving my armpits for a few months to get the full look. The other two fabrics are a circa 1986 drapery print and a Brunchwig & Fils silkscreened vaguely  Chinese drapery print.   I don’t know who to thank for this treasure trove. If it was you, let me know.  Now I can dress like my older sister’s beyond cool history teacher from 11th grade. Will it be a tunic dress with bell sleeves? or a sleevel...