i've hyperventilated over this sequined silk more times than i care to count. it was purchased, under extreme pressure, whilst romping round the garment district with compadres in couture. throughout the course of the sunniest, loveliest day of last week, i would occasionally remember what was in my plastic bag (it seems a crime that something this exquisite would be placed in a plastic bag, but i don't bring tote bags to meetups, in the hopes that I WON'T BUY ANYTHING TO PUT IN THEM. this theory was discussed at length and disproved by the sheer amount of plastic bags in our mitts).
our gorgeous guest of honor told me i needed to chillax on the buyer's remorse. she was right. after all, she'd dropped the same amount of dough in chic fabrics, and her faaaaancy zippers coulda bought the sequined sexiness alone. however, i was unable to swallow the pill at the time.
returning home, after a cocktail or two, i came upon karen's beautiful post on spelling out sewing to civilians. i was the one who needed justification, and karen was happy to
enable provide it. as the best of sewist friends do. this fabric was totally worth it! REGRET NOT THE EMPTINESS OF YOUR WALLET! it will be a material reminder of a very full, very awesome day spent with friends. it won't be drunk away, or eaten and remembered wistfully. i'll be able to put it on and smile, every time.
THAT IS IF I DON'T RUINABALLOONA IT. (thanks again ruggy for coining that gem.) after counting my dollars, i went with one and a quarter yards, intending a bomber jacket. some pale denim stretch had already been cut, and the peer pressure of how delicious a sequined bomber would look paired with 70s style high waist jeans sealed the deal.
and now it's sunday, it's sunday funday, and the day is full of yardage and blue skies and everything one needs to rejuvenate and reset and awake on monday morning happy. yeah. worth it.