:/

I have this weird obsession with fabric. Not cheap fabric, but expensive imported Japanese cotton linen. I have amazing patterns and ideas of what to do with it all, but somehow they never happen. So I kind of just hoard it all, pull it out sometimes and admire its squeeness.

I find myself surfing Etsy for cute fabric more often than is necessary. I think it'd be cheaper and more cathartic for me to just move to Japan and fill my tiny studio with yards upon yards of adorable prints. I would come home and dive into a sea of soft linen-y squishiness.


Yeah.