The Spring Stashbust is drawing to an end and I wanted to share with you this little gift I received from Aunt Joan. This faerie doll hugs a few swatches of fabric, spool of thread and this little poem that says everything about being a fabric
This fabric faerie is yours , to look after your stash,How funny that after entering dozens of fabric giveaways, I finally win one during the Spring Stashbust. But since I didn't shop, I guess I can be excused right? If not, I can always blame it on my fabric faerie.
Should raiders come creeping, she's there in a flash ,
She'll put up a fight with a left and a right,
To guard it from harm and shield it from light.
Yet she never sews, she just likes to collect,
To fondle, caress and above all protect,
The Hoffmans and Henrys and Balis galore,
There's never enough and she'll say "You need more".
There is not a single thing better than a new VIP,
You 'll hear her giggling and laughing with glee,
She'll sort it by color and fold it just so,
She'll wash it and dry it and put it below,
all of the others so that your husband won't know.
You'll exclaim, "Why gee honey, it just seems to grow".
You don't need to hide your passion for fabric.
She'll understand should you feel a bit manic,
So hang her up high where she can see all,
She'll watch over your stash no matter how tall.
Jane Ochier Davilla - 1992
Who is watching over your stash ?