If I get my appreciation and love of fabric from anyone, it would be my mom. Here is the contents of her sewing studio, and years of collected notions and bolts of fabric, on the back of my friend Bruce’s pick up truck. I can’t tell you how helpful it is to have a friend with a big truck when it comes time to moving.
I think I mentioned that my mom is moving to Patagonia. Here she is putting the last few things on the truck:
Once loaded we headed to Patagonia to unload. Her sewing studio in her new home is shaping up:
I will admit it took me a bit of time to adjust to the idea of my mother living in a manufactured home. Finally a good friend told me to stop using “manufactured” in a way that sounded pejorative. I realized I was possibly guilty of snobbery. Though I think really I was just having an adverse reaction to the wallpaper circa 1978. Not all the fabric fit in the sewing room so some went in the closet with the wallpaper:
Moving day is tomorrow. I think after that I should be able to get started on a new art project. Finally.