Sunday Stash #266 – Stealing Liberties
There’s a whole bunch of fabric love going on in the studio at the moment! I piled up all the new-to-me fabrics that are waiting for their day in the Sunday Stash with Molli Sparkles...
Category: Sunday Stash
Sunday Stash #265 – Rainbow Patchwork
Way back at the end of 2017, I entered an art show at a gay dance festival called Tropical Fruits held up in Lismore, NSW. It’s a … different type of place, but what can...
Sunday Stash #264 – Fabric Meandering
These all came from a trip to Canberra I took at the end of last year. Mr. Sparkles and I took a meandering journey on our way home, stopping in a multitude of local quilt...
Sunday Stash #263 – Back
Let me just dust myself off for a few minutes. [extended pause] Whew. Okay, then. Where did that two months go since my last post? To say that there’s been some shit happening in my...
Sunday Stash #262 – Twisted Butlers
Having that little social media break was as pleasant as peach wine on a Wednesday night. I don’t want y’all to think I hate social media, just everything in moderation. (Except champagne! There’s no time...
Sunday Stash #261 – Long Distance Shopping Cont. Cont.
Would you believe – yeah, probably – that there’s fabric in my stash that I haven’t shown you? Last weekend after my dutiful fiancee read Sunday Stash, he posited, “Surely, you have other fabrics hidden...
Sunday Stash #260 – Hey Old Friend
Are you ready for the trippy fact of the day that’s gonna give your mind a screaming mimi? It’s been exactly seventy days since my last Sunday Stash post. Wha-wha-wha!? Seventy days, y’all! That’s ten...
Sunday Stash #259 – Long Distance Shopping Continued
Last time on Sunday Stash: “Find the Liberty table! Not the fake Liberty! I don’t care, push the ladies out of the way! Sumimasen! … Wait, don’t forget the Kokka! Go back, go back, go back!”...
Sunday Stash #258 – Long Distance Shopping
When a work colleague texts you while she’s overseas in Tokyo to ask, “Hey, I’m in a fabric store, do you want anything?” You literally stop your life, scream into your forearm, and then casually...
Sunday Stash #257 – Haiku I Forgot
Sometimes fabrics slip through the cracks. They just do, okay. I swear I love them all equally–sideways glance–but I can’t help it if I occasionally want to run my fingers along some other silk charmeuse....
