More About SF, and Help Me With Barbie

I briefly mentioned my recent trip to San Francisco, CA. I was lucky to get a tip from an online quilter I know. She led me to this shop, Britex Fabrics. It was not too far from our hotel; we were able to walk there!



First thing I noticed was these men hanging around outside the shop. I took that to be a good sign! Must be a few wives/girlfriends inside, eh?? It's a big shop! I think it has four floors. I only went on floors one and two (street level and floor one to some of you). I drooled over some gorgeous silks but what would I do with gorgeous silks? Just ruin them, if I ever dared even cut into them and try sewing them. So I stuck with what I know - cotton - and bought two small pieces just for SF souvenirs.



Here's what I bought:


I have no clear plan for what to do with them, don't plan to use them together, and I know about as much as you do what they will eventually turn into. For now they are percolating.

On another topic, what do you think you would do with 4 million FQs of Barbie fabric? I got this box free. I don't know if I would have accepted it if I'd really known what I was getting. I plan to make one doll blanket. That will use up about 1/200th of the stash. If anyone wants any of this stuff, let me know and we can work something out. You can pay for shipping, and you can have as much of it as you want.



My summer vacation is fast coming to a close, and I'm feeling panicked about not having enough time to sew. For the next couple of days I have to clean house and get ready for a big batch of company - a farewell party for my BIL who is moving away. I have given zero thought to menu and other plans. Next week is my last real week of freedom, but I already have so much to do and places to go.. I think I won't get much sewing done then, either. Time is sometimes my enemy!

Speaking of time, Thursday was my husband's birthday. It's a big mid-way one, making us both feel somewhat shocked at the passage of time. When he turns a big age, it's a signal that it'll soon be my turn. He's about six weeks older than I am. So with that thought in mind, I'll go to bed for my Beauty Rest. (I keep hoping for a miracle along those lines.)