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Today I bought an unused roll of silk on linen (yes, real silk, real linen) brocade/damask from the 1920s/30s. And it's in Wedgewood blue with white floral swags. And I love it. Beautiful. It even feels beautiful. And it gleams.
Now, as ever I have to:
1. Work out what to do with it,
2. Then bring myself to cut it, make it up and sell it.
Those of you who have been following this blog for some years will have realised that certain fabrics appear here and I talk about making them into bags and... I never do. Instead I have boxes full of hoarded Art Nouveau (I have some of the real thing - unbelievable - I nearly passed out when I got it) and one piece of 18th century brocade sits permanently, it seems, on what is supposed to be my in-tray but is in fact my preciousssss-fabric don't-touch-hands-off tray.
But this damask may be destined, in part, for very special corset-tops I think. I have a plan. Deep breath. I WILL part with this (well, some of it).
Now, as ever I have to:
1. Work out what to do with it,
2. Then bring myself to cut it, make it up and sell it.
Those of you who have been following this blog for some years will have realised that certain fabrics appear here and I talk about making them into bags and... I never do. Instead I have boxes full of hoarded Art Nouveau (I have some of the real thing - unbelievable - I nearly passed out when I got it) and one piece of 18th century brocade sits permanently, it seems, on what is supposed to be my in-tray but is in fact my preciousssss-fabric don't-touch-hands-off tray.
But this damask may be destined, in part, for very special corset-tops I think. I have a plan. Deep breath. I WILL part with this (well, some of it).



