I blame the designers and manufacturers. Gone are the days when all you could buy was brown. Brown corduroy (made myself a pretty cool skirt suit out of that), brown polyester (Charlie’s Angels jumpsuit, but I was only 6 so I’m excused), brown cotton covered in brown flowers (what can I say…).
Thank goodness for Joel Dewberry, Tula Pink, Amy Butler, Kaffe Fassett etc. etc. I can indulge my love of purple and I can avoid itty bitty daisy prints. Not only this but it doesn’t matter where in the world the fabric manufacturer or distributor is, I can find them while sitting supping coffee in my own back garden.
There’s just one little difficulty. It doesn’t matter how often I tidy up, there’s no hiding the fact from Mr Cat that my collection is growing. Which is why I’ve just encouraged him to buy a vintage bicycle to restore. Mountains from a distance don’t look anywhere near as big as they do from close up!