Day four of my stash stories. Something for the sunny summer days.

A fabric a day from my stash, with it’s story.

And now, as they say, for something completely different.

Fabric number four was bought from Oxfam. Nottingham is blessed with some very good Oxfam shops. This came from the best one in town, which is situated right across the road from where I once used to work in my first proper job.

My “career” has been a strange and varied thing. When I left university in the mid 1980s, it felt like the end of my existence, not the beginning.

I had no clue what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. None whatsoever. I think I was depressed.

All my associates went off to become bankers and managers and other boring things that I had no intention of doing myself.

So I did what every jobless student does. I went home and lived with my parents. And hated it.

My real life only started again when I shook off my apathy, moved into a shared house with a bunch of like-minded womenfolk, and got a job in a wholefood co-operative in Hockley, then the trendy, “alternative” bit of town.

Opposite where the aforementioned Oxfam shop is now. . .

I’m not even sure this fabric is proper vintage.

But those big flowers – and it’s minimal price tag – sold it to me.

It is clearly African.

If anyone knows what that writing means, could you let me know? ♥