Fabric Addict

Hi, my name is Deysi, and I am hooked on fabric... Ahhh! I love it. I feel like it just talks to me. I feel a beauty that just radiates off of it, and if I love a fabric, I just feel that I must have it. I was tired of getting your average fabrics at Joann Fabrics, etc., so I began searching online for Japanese children prints (my favorite because I have a young son and a very young daughter). I found two great sites that have great selections. One being fabricworm.com, and the other is superbuzzy.com.

I believe my top three designers (at the moment) would be:
1. Alexander Henry
2. Michael Miller
3. Melody Miller

I ordered Alexander's Pocket Pixie Collection, and I will post pics when I receive it.
Just thought I would share some good sources. Where do you get awesome fabrics?
Oh yeah, almost forgot, thrift stores, and Etsy are great too!

PS: I ordered a new charger for my camera, which is why I have not posted any pics of projects and awesomeness yet...I'm hoping it gets here really soon.

*image courtesy of  jakeysmommy26 on photobucket

365 Day Creativity Challenge

I just purchased 365: A Daily Creativity Journal by Noah Scalin. I'm pretty excited about it. It is simple and self explanatory. I am just in a "tizzy" about a subject/medium from which my projects will stem. I enjoy sewing, fabric in general, vintage furniture, drawing/brainstorming, decorating, photography (but i am by no means awesome), scrap-booking, book/journal making/binding and I suppose anything crafty (in case it didn't come off that way already). Hmmm but I need something simple to pick as my subject. Like bows, or cupcakes, or dolls.... Ooooooo, maybe Disney? Hmmmm... Idk. I'm leaning towards cupcakes. I think they are cute, and who doesn't like cupcakes??? Haven't met them yet. What do you think I should use?

-"aspire not to have, but to be."

Danced Across My Face

When I was a little girl, my father would wake up around 4 am to go to work. My mother would wake at the same time to see him away, and begin her day. Before leaving every dawn, my dad would pick me up, as I lay sleeping, and move me to their bed. Their bed was adjusted right next to their window in such a way that it allowed for the most soothing breeze to come through and dance across my face. It was so delicate, and managed to smell of rain each day. These couple of hours that I lay there in my parents' bed nuzzled before the morning routine fulfilled me in such a way that I can only begin to describe. I felt safe, comfortable, and ever so happy. I was my daddy's girl, and he loved me. He would go out of his way to carry me to his room every dawn because he knew that I loved it. I can never have that moment again. Every time a tender breeze caresses my face, I long for that moment, but it is never the same. We grow up, and all we have left is what was and what is. But one must remember that today will become a tomorrow. And we will wish too, that today could come back.