I found the fabric district in Paris listed on an expat’s blog. Montmartre in the 18e. Haven’t yet found anything similar in Avingnon but I’m sure I’ll find something. There’s a piece of Provençale fabric with my name on it coming home with me.
I’m just about to turn in, and to fall asleep dreaming of sewing projects. Do you do this too? I imagine them step by step and then the finished product. The swing of a swing coat. The sweep of a ruana with curved ruffled hem, the swish of the perfect inner-Katherine pants. I chuckle – Burda refers to these as Marlene Dietrich pants, but I’m sure Kate made them popular first. At some point, I fall asleep, usually as I’m wearing them (which is probably how I got to the Addams Family dream).
What will I dream about tonight? A curved-hem ruana in an aubergine sweater knit.
See you in the morning!