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fabric stash

I've made a dress, a skirt and a pair of trousers. Success!
So now I've decided I'm a seamstress and have purchased lots, LOTS of fabric to sew with.

A recent trip to Sydney is responsible for my new stash, with Cabramatta fabric stores being the main contributors.

Trousers/Shorts
From top to bottom
1- floral 3/4 length fitted pants - No pattern yet. Fabric from Cabramatta, Sydney.
2 - Not sure about this one - it' a bit loud...maybe shorts? Fabric from Kelani.
3- shorts (Thurlow, with some alterations maybe) Fabric also from Kelani.
4- long fitted trousers - No pattern yet. Cabramatta fabric, $3 a metre.
5 - long trousers (Thurlow), also Cabramatta, $3 a metre

Skirts
From top to bottom
1- Hard to see, but this has eyelets and pretty embroidery on it. Will need to be lined. Hollyburn skirt. Fabric from Cabramatta at $3.50 a metre.
2- Another Hollyburn, fabric also from Cabramatta at abot $3 a metre.
3- A splurge - Marimekko fabric. Not sure about the pattern...
4- Linen from Cabramatta - $4 a metre. I think a long Hollyburn will show this off.


Dresses
Top fabric from Kelani, bottom one from Marimekko.



Buttons
All from "Button Buttons Buttons" in the Rocks, Sydney.
The left button is gold lustre on black glass, circa 1900.
The next one is also gold lustre on black glass.
The third is metal and the fourth is plastic, but looks like glass.
The others are fabric, and wood.



Exciting!
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