I attended my first ever trunk show today. (Seriously, I've never been to one - I picture people pulling stuff out of a foot locker, but I bet that's not how they do it.) No, this is Robbie K.'s trunk, and look at all that fabric!
She's culling her stash and graciously asked if I'd like to partake in the pants fabric goodness. Golly would I! There are so many wonderful fabrics here and I'm not good at photography, so you're missing the charcoal corduroy at the top that I want to attack first. There are just YARDS of pants fabric, plus some for tops, so I'm ready to get crackin' at work clothes again.
It's so cool to meet somebody from Pattern Review in person - we had lunch and I could talk about sewing ad nauseum without the other party rolling their eyes and yawning (as happens at home). My mother will also be delighted that I wasn't kidnapped and shipped to a foreign country as a result of my blog (yet), which has been her constant concern since I started this thing. (When your first comments ever are from a guy who believes in aliens, you do get a little worried.)
Thanks again, Robbie - it was great meeting you, and I hope to bring the fabric honor and not create a wadder. (Was it me or did that rhyme?)