pornographic bloggariffic

okay.  the sewing blog community is friggin awesome.

clio of clio and phineas was in town and we decided to see the exotic animals at mood LA.  having had my fill of its new york counterpart, i expected to buy nothing.  and left with a sackful of goodies.  y'all, mood LA is wonderful. in the soap opera of fabric stores, NY would be the evil twin,  mistreating the ladies and drinking too much.  (wait, scratch that last bit.  i lika the drink).  smackdown: mood LA.

you're about to see some fabric porn.

my first buy: anna sui, sold by the panel at 25 a pop.  WHAT.  a panel was about a yard and a half, the extra 18 inches softening the price tag.  this is definitely the most i've ever spent on fabric, but after all clio did approve. and clio has taste, y'all.

she also likes orange.  we share the same passionate dislike of "tangerine tango", clio leaning more towards "safety cone orange".  i feared for my safety a little bit when she confessed that my orange turtleneck was killing her.  but guess what.  mood LA has three remnants boxes.  we plopped ourselves down on the floor and gabbed and pawed to our hearts' content.  the orange stripes appeared quickly, and i secured my safety by negotiating a splitsies.  look for its appearance on two blogs shortly...

THIS STUFF IS MADE OF MAGIC.  and the magical remants boxes made the anna sui a steal.

but the mood haul was not enough.  it is never enough.  so an absolutely lovely princess (with chutzpah!) who recognized me while thrifting took the pair of us to michael levine's.  we were both stunned at the size of this place.  in fact, they need two stores to cover the amount of stuff they have.  we headed to the loft section, where you can buy fabric for $2.50 a pound.

i'm sorry, i just blurted that out like the way ruggy told me the steelers let hines ward go.  you gotta prepare a girl for that sort of thing.

we dug through boxes, throwing yards at one another, yammering about sewing and inspiration and blogs and classes and really the only thing we were missing was a bottle of jack.  sewing mates to the left of me, sewing mates to the right, i saw bloggers in every box.

 

this is amy's watercolor dress.  hopefully i'll do it right so i can finally let go of that blinding jealousy.

i may be provoked into julia's mad men challenge.  ms chutzpah and i halved this (what are you gonna make, by they way, chutzpah and mad men ladies both?).

but it must be a veronica darling tablecloth couture, complete with coquette pose.

oona circa 2008, possibly a mistake.  i was drunk on poundage.  border print, fairly heavy cotton, i said for a maxi.

can you say kazz?  i spied this behind the register and grabbed it.  the ladies looked at me like i either had magical powers or a serious addiction (i already had 8 pounds of fabric in my arms).

clio had this in her mitts.  her taste level infected me and i stole it, it's the only explanation that makes sense.

bits and pieces for yokes, contrast, piecing...  at this point i was schizophrenic.  mo.  ko.  SHA.  

total levine haul: 16 bucks.

oh wait, i didn't buy this.  I GOTS IT FA FREE.  i came home to a package from the fantastic lady katza of peanut butter macrame!  because i simply didn't have enough fabric yet!!!  because sewing bloggers are AWESOME!!! this chiffon is loverly.  can you spy the giraffe?

but of course, she included vintage zippers and a buttery soft camel tone and a green asian print and that drapey flowered goodness.  oh yeah, and three miles of elastic.  and a vintage pattern.  and a vintage dress.  can you spell generous?  k-a-t-z-a.  (brat is spelled o-o-n-a in this kalkatroonan dictionary.)

really i was so overloaded when i arrived home, all i could do was smile and gush about new friends and lovingly fold my haul.  (until ruggy told me the bit about hines, that was a downer.)  i've got a striped cotton dress from joann's on the table and i can hardly wait to finish it.  that fabric feels like ass now.  but finish i must, in order to balance the scales and have good juju for the impending cutting.  it's gonna be bananas.