More broken concrete than a girl can dream of.
‘Bloody hell!’ my boyfriend exclaimed as we turned into the car park of the Fabric Warehouse in Chesterfield, Derbyshire. We had returned to my home town for a good friend’s 40th birthday party. I decided that it was my duty to check out the local fabric sources. I’ve been to this shop before, so knew what to expect. My loved one clearly wasn’t ready for the broken concrete, galloping weeds and … industrial feel.
‘Sit there,’ I told him, and bobbed inside. This is what a patient boyfriend looks like, waiting for an obsessive to get her fabric fix:
I’m very lucky.
I’ll be honest with you. Can you guess? The Fabric Warehouse ain’t all that. I came away with some Flower Head Pins (surprisingly difficult to track down, I’ve found) for £2.49. They also had some cute tins of Gutterman thread:
But otherwise, I departed empty-handed. There was just nothing there to float my boat.
My mum tried to take me shopping for sewing machines whilst I was home, but I discovered that the North really is another country. They do things differently there. Shops shut on a Saturday afternoon! Bad luck, no major investment in new technology this weekend.
Instead, we returned home and each picked up our knitting:
Like mother, like daughter
Then my boyfriend and I took Gertie Gingham to my best friend’s 40th birthday party. The Gertie Gingham Skirt behaved well in general, though in this shot I think her weakness for white wine is beginning to show:
Best friends for 26 years.