When the kids were younger, I used to take them to the fabric store, and spend way more time there, than I had planned to. I've got a thing for fabric, always did. Back then, the kids liked playing hide n seek in the bolts all around me, but now they go to look at fabric themselves. They also like the buttons and the rainbow of colored columns of thread. Mary just stands there and fiddles with them. You'd think we drive the clerks crazy, but they never complain.
I love this store because it represents the islands, and the many, many flavors here. The varied array of fabric says to me, "There are so many ways to live here, we can all live together, and this place is better and cooler because of it." There are the batiks, and quilting fabrics and velvets that line the back wall. On the right of the store are the huge hanging bolts of the thicker upholstery fabrics, of the more sophisticated island prints.
On the left wall are the shiny shinies- sequined and beaded fabrics, and fabrics with an Asian flair, like red satin with dragons emblazoned on them. And in the middle are every kind of poly cotton, island or Polynesian, print you can think of, in every color- with surfboards and surf mobiles, and hula girls and leis, and hibiscus and plumeria, and fish and ocean scenes, and traditional mat and tapa designs, and on and on. It's a cool, colorful and happy place.
Happy Monday everyone! Have a colorful and happy week.
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