Class Fabric Part 1

The fabric that I got for a minimum bid for my friend's quilting class arrived, and what a box of surprises this turned out to be.

There were four yards of 108" wide muslin, a yard of white gauzy fabric, and a fat quarter of quilting cotton. My friend is taking the muslin and the quilting cotton, but the gauze is too thin for her purposes, so I get that (which is perfect; I love to slow stitch with this type of thin cotton.)

She also gave me this five yard length of black twill tape, which always comes in handy for small bag handles and drawstrings.

There were ten yards of Spoonflower printed canvas and denim in marvelous robot and 60's atomic prints. These are too heavy for her needs, so I get to keep them.

She was really happy about this five yards of flannel emblazoned with the Pittsburgh Steelers helmets and emblems, which she's going to teach her class to use as hidden foundation material during the "what to do with really ugly/unwanted fabric" stage of the class.

Stop by tomorrow for part two and more surprises. :)

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Stuff

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