A piece of string walks into a bar and asks the bar man for a pint. "Aren't you a piece of string?" says the barman. "No", replies the piece of string, " I'm a frayed knot".Must have learned that joke when I was about seven, and I still think it's funny. Actually it's not frayed not I'm blogging about but a french knot but I've not got a joke about one of those.
Spent last week therapeutically sewing french knots onto all the brown seeds in the design of a couple of metres of fabric I'd bought from America (designed by
Anna Maria Horner for FreeSpirit). Had no actual purpose for the fabric in mind whilst I was doing it. Was going to use it to make up a dress but decided it was a bit bright, which given my general wardrobe collection probably sounds odd. I definately don't subscribe to Henry Ford's way of thinking - " any colour you like as long as it's black".

Some of the fabric, complete with french knots, has become a little clutch bag this week. It's lined with some of the linen I bought from the
dark satanic mill I visited in Bradford last week along with the blackout lining and chocolate brown dupion silk for a couple of roman blinds, padded with fusible wadding and finished off with brown bias binding on the edges, even the inside seam is bound with the stuff. Snap fastener closure. It was supposed to be something else but I need to adjust the pattern I created as it wasn't quite fit for purpose.

Struggling to get fabric by Anna Maria and several other american designers (
Heather Bailey,
Tula Pink) I've been investigating how to go about becoming a Retailer for some of them. Becoming a retailer looks to be a bit of a heavy investment but I could dip my toe into the water buying fabric in bulk to use as a designer though.