There's something about the bold patterns and muted colour patterns on fabrics from the 50's, 60's, and 70's that I can't get enough of. I collect (let's be honest: hoard) these fabrics with wild abandon, and incorporate as many as I can in my work.
When I'm slaving away at my computer/sewing/drawing table, I have a clear view to the ones that reside on my bed.
While I'm not a fan of our crazy messy tiny bedroom right now (and our horribly off-white, nicotine-esque paint job), I do love our bedding. Something about those patterns makes me infinitely happy, especially when they're all mixed together.
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