VIVID Colored Cloths (WPC)
Strolling around Granville Island, Vancouver last week, I couldn’t resist walking into the Cloth Shop for “old times sake“. On seeing all the beautiful fabrics, this week’s Weekly Photo Challenge, VIVID, came immediately to mind!
The memories evoked simply walking around this store were incredible. You see, my father’s retirement and my birthday were just weeks apart and with my parents moving back up to their house on the coast, I was being left in the city to complete my studies.
This move wasn’t my mother’s idea of a good time at all hence my birthday gift that year was a two-door 30-year-old car. She wasn’t much but she drove well and she was mine (and the stories the car could tell if only she talked…). However, this car came with ONE stipulation… when mother was in town, I was to drive her WHEREVER, WHENEVER she wanted.
Hence many a week-end was spent at patchwork shops all over the city. Not that I really minded as between the colors and the creations, there was more than enough to keep me occupied!
Ahh mothers ! Mine makes patchwork blankets too and we used to delight in picking the squares when we were little.
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Ah… good times, good times! 😉
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Lovely! This reminds me of the fabric shops I used to trawl when I was younger, I wanted to buy everything!
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Thank you. And I hear you, each shop I went into I would buy something but have only ever made two quilt tops which are STILL waiting to be converted into quilts. In the interim MY daughter is now having a hoot cutting up all the fabric for HER projects. Needless to say we have the best dressed stuffies on the street, lol! 🙂
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Haha, I am exactly the same! I have a few drawers filled with fabrics that are waiting to be turned into something lovely. I have made a few cushion covers, a throw and some dresses, but that’s nothing compared with the fabric load I’ve got. Perhaps if I ever retire… 😉
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My mother had a poem about “she who had the biggest stash when she died was the winner”… sometimes I think it could be true. When clearing her house for mum’s move into the nursing home, that woman had fabric EVERYWHERE and what did I do… I loaded up a suitcase and brought some of it back with me. At least it’s a colorful addiction, lol! 😉
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That’s brilliant, and a love of ‘stuff’ is definitely inherited. My Aunt has chests filled with fabric, I’ve been raiding her stash for years. I have been trying to cleanse my house of what I don’t use recently, but I haven’t got rid of any fabric yet. I like the sound of that poem 😉
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What a lovely nostalgic story. And a beautiful photo.
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Love the color selections 😉
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cool colors 🙂
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