The Magnificent Mum's idea of a scrap...

...is completely different to mine. "Darling, why don't you pop up to see me overnight?" she said. "I have a few scraps you might want and really I need you to look through them to make sure you like them."

A few scraps. This picture represents half of it.



I call it trebling my stash. Thus, I have lugged them home in a massive suitcase nearly breaking my arm in the process. I now have lots of upholstery weights and dupion and batiks, and African prints and vintage Liberty (good lord, how I got out of the house with those I don't know) and denims and tweeds and all sorts of goodness. I am one very lucky lady. Thanks Mum, you rock.