I often see patterned fabrics and fall in love with them enough to bring them home with me. It doesn’t always follow that there is an instant happy marriage between the fabric itself and a specific garment pattern or design, but eventually, with thought, I come up with an idea that I think I would like to wear.
Then I lay out the fabric, and stare at it for a while.
And drape it this way.
And that way.
And end up, at the end of a few hours, having not cut even one piece, and a long way back from where I initially started because so many possibilities for the use of the fabric placement come to mind as I play with it, I have accomplished nothing. I cannot commit, usually out of fear of ruining/wasting such pretty fabric on an imperfect design.
And another block of sewing time is gone.