Earlier this week I visited a fabric market, which is a giant warehouse full of little fabric stalls and it’s as dangerous as it sounds. I only have one (self imposed) rule when I go to the fabric market, which states that I can only spend as much cash as I bring and I put myself on a budget. You cannot imagine how much trouble I would get into otherwise! Of course my tastes tend to gravitate towards Japanese and American imported fabrics whose prices per meter I wont even write down due to my own denial.
Here are some of my favorite finds from last week:
I have been really liking muted “instagram filter” colors lately and the faux-retro prints, so this fabric basically jumped out at me from the rack. So hipster! There is no information on the fabric salvage besides that it is made in Taiwan (which actually pleasantly surprised me, I tend to think of Taiwanese fabric as traditional qipao style silks) These are both .5 meters and I don’t yet have any plans for it, other than to take it out of the cabinet and pretend that I’m cool and hip and vintage and not a total dork who has no clue what kids say these days.