The best part about having a little shop (other than the joy of working with the amazing customers I get, of course) is the fact that I can go on wild shopping sprees and they are officially a justifiable business expense. Isn't that nice?
Yesterday was quite productive. I picked up several beautiful lengths of linen, perfect for every season. For fall inspiration, I got some crisp cottons and a pretty plaid.
And, be still my beating heart, I found the most beautiful piece of super 150s Italian suiting wool in charcoal gray. A full yard. In the remnants section. It was 65% off and the price still left me breathless, but you can't believe how fabulous it is. I could just sit here all day and feel it. Cutting into it is going to give me a heart attack, I can already tell. But I will. Soon.
In the unloved, dusty clearance section at the back of the store I squealed a bit when I found two bolts of Liberty cottons, heavily discounted. They are so lovely but I'm saving them for spring so you'll just have to wait. Coincidentally, there were two bolts of beautiful silk/cotton solids that look perfect with the prints. Clearly, it was fate.
Now all I need is another 50 hours added to my week, so I can find time to play with all this loveliness.