The margins — here a flipped linen — serve as a quiet surround. Why the checks at the bottom, then? D asks me to remove this black & white strip from a new pair of pants (an onerous, thumb-killing task that I will not repeat). The scrap falls to the floor during the morning and flies up and lands in the margins in the afternoon. What makes that expanse so inviting for more patterns? What is this need to keep at it? And fill it in/up?
This Jones New York dress makes a handy pinning-spot. It is in line (with many other items) for some sort of revision — a thrift find waiting its turn.
And Christmas came early when I made my second annual run to the scrap heaven of a local upholsterer. Oh my. Oh my. The luscious linens, silks, tapestries, and more are now piled on my dining room table. Challenge – find space for them downstairs.
P.S. Did you know the new thing in boarding circles is holding up your pants with a shoelace?
P.P.S. If you haven’t seen this TMobile ad that documents (stages) a flashmob at Heathrow Airport, I really recommend it!