this is a sad tale, y'all.
i had an hour to kill yesterday. naturally i killed it in the garment district. levine loft: 12 pounds of fabric for 32 dollars. i walked out giddy.
but i'm realizing something. i don't know if i'm in love with cheap fabric anymore. egads! yes, i said it! as i loaded up the washing machine and looked at all the color, i was certainly happy... but when i took the yardage out of the dryer, i noticed it was... hot... and sort of... sticky... and quite heavy... bordering on chemical weaponry, really...
because i need a maxi dress in a print that will devour me whole.
this was a win, i will admit.
the little devil-with-expensive-tastes on my shoulder actually started mouthing off at the top of my sixty minutes in the district. my first stop was FIDM. miss cation and i had had such great luck there, i thought: burnout velvet? silk? gold weave? for a dollar a yard, why would i go anywhere else? i might not even swing by levine loft! (yeah, i know.) well. i skipped into the joint, and was instantly underwhelmed. thin flimsy jersey to the left of me, thick off colored upholstery swatches to the right. um, where's all the good stuff? i innocently asked. the gentlemen happily pointed me to racks of hanging beauty, all priced at ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS A YARD OR MORE. mind you, these racks were 75% off, but 75% of $250 a yard is... math i cannot do. and neither can my pocketbook.
but, but... i stammered, this fabric used to be over THERE... pointing sadly to the sixty cent shelves. the men eyed me suspiciously: were you here about a month ago?
yes... i said cautiously, suddenly feeling like i might have to prove julia bobbin's theory true and go on the lam. so YOU were one of the four!!! a wide eyed and pointing FIDM man yelped. i got in SO MUCH TROUBLE for that!
cationasuarus rex and i just happened to be two of four peeps who stumbled into a one time vortex of designer magic last month. the "holy hell we just put all of the good shit out on the floor for a dollar a yard GET IT BACK!!!" kind of magic. (yes, tj, this is the same magic you put in the washing machine. your save was gorgeous, but GODSAKES WOMAN THE METALLIC WEAVE IS DRY CLEAN ONLY).
pay no attention to the x in the corner. naughty picmonkey.
determined to find gold in the cheap seats, i scoured the remnant bins and came up with four bucks of fabulous. but my cheated FIDM gent was not satisfied. he coaxed me back into the designer section, with promises that there were yards there priced at $25, with the discount making it, um, i don't know. five bucks? whatever. i made horrible faces at everything he found and we were both in stitches (get it?) until my eyes landed on this silk.
yes, i bought it. four yards of designer silk for $25 total. i agonized over this decision. but when i got home and really looked at my levine loft finds... quelle domage. there's no comparison. maybe the extra dinero is worth it.
this could be a problem. especially considering i'm the kind of geek who cut all the tags off her fabric-by-the-pound yardage just to see how much that little bit of extraneous paper and plastic cost.
THAT'S LIKE, A WHOLE EIGHTY CENTS, YO.
trouble, for sure.