Inspiration comes when we are listening gently to ourselves and is sometimes a surprising companion. We cannot see where we are going, or why something is important to us...but we follow anyway.
I found this fabric in a warehouse store, deep in a pile of cast off polyester remnants. Peeking out of this unloved grouping was a bit of gorgeous color with lovely black outlining.
I pulled, thinking "What a beautiful scarf this would be". I pulled some more and saw some odd splotches of pink, then some houses, trees, and perhaps a piano?
An open doorway appeared, though it was tagged with some shocking red paint. I pulled some more, and my idea of a scarf was gone. This was an unlovely but striking piece of art. Dark in places, and sweet in others. Filled with the details of a neighborhood on the edges of a forbidding wood.
My mind said "WTH?" while my heart said "Buy this". It has been with me for about a year, slithering its polyester way around the fabric closet. This weekend I found the perfect pattern for it-this caftan by Butterick.
Here it is on my dressform, still needing hemming. This caftan will be a workhorse in my loungewear wardrobe, especially now as we are suffering 110F.
I can slip into this after a shower and pad around the house in comfort.
More than a caftan though...while working with this fabric I was lost in memories. I heard the slow cadences of southern speech, and smelled the wet decay under the azaelas. I had vivid flashbacks of visiting my stepmom's family in the south-knowing the "wrongness" of some people, even while they were showing gracious courtesy. The titles below came to mind...the McCarthy novel is one I have not read and was written before he moved west. Sanctuary is a must read, as is Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. Southern gothic fiction is mysterious, gritty, dark, and almost always set against a backdrop of decaying Southern manners. Happy sewing and reading~Mary