My wonderful mother, who was from Irish decent, always had a saying for almost every situation, and one has been echoing in my head all day long.
On Saturday, I stopped at a neighborhood estate sale where I picked up vintage wallpaper, and a well loved suitcase out of the garbage by the side of the house. You can read that story here. I also purchased a few items from this sale.
This morning I took a few minutes to look at my new treasures, and that's when I heard my mother's voice;
Your taste is all in your mouth.
I was looking at this ...
|Cut the panels, sew together, add a waist band, |
a zipper, and you have made a skirt.
|Is this a scary clown and are the colors ugly?|
|I think the poodles head, especially the mouth is weird,|
and let's not talk about the eye.
|I could manage step one, I don't know how to sew.|
The color combinations are strange, as is, the combination of scary clowns and weird looking poodles, but for some strange reason I like this fabric. I will never make this into a skirt because I never learned to sew, but for some strange reason, I purchased this fabric.
It's awful isn't it? Do my mother's word ring true? Would you have purchased this fabric?
I wonder if I am eclectic or if I have extremely bad taste.