Shalom! I don’t have a new project to share today, but on Tuesday I got back from a lovely long weekend in Tel Aviv, Israel, and I have colourful fabic pr0n to share on this gloomy Friday…
Naturally the purpose of visiting wasn’t primarily to shop for fabric, but I did a little research before going and found that there’s a street called Nakhalat Binyamin that seemed to contain all the fabric shops. Pleasingly it was pretty near where we were staying so we popped over there once. Or twice.
The fabric shops start right where the farmers’ market ends, and the top of the street is pedestrianised which makes for a nice window-shopping experience. The shops’ wares spill colourfully onto the street so my sewing-sense immediately started tingling.
There’s a real mix of stores – at least thirty along the street in total – from tatty wholesalers staffed by grouchy older men to prettier shops with young staff and piles of Liberty-style cottons, printed and plain jerseys in a rainbow of colours, chiffons, denims, and notion stores with rolls of lace and ribbons hanging from the ceiling and the windows piled high with buttons. Anything you would need I’m sure you’d find here.
I suddenly became quite gutted that we only brought hand baggage, so had to restrict myself quite severely or face a £50 excess baggage fee. Perhaps the fee would have been worth it as nearly all the fabrics were in the 10-25 shekels per metre range (£2-4), and there was so much stuff that’s hard to come by back home, so it was pretty painful resisting the urge to buy IT ALL.
This is regretfully all I came home with. A ponte knit jersey printed with pixellated roses and horizontal lines. Josh remarked that it looks like an old 70s sofa, but I think the colours are beautiful and I have the perfect vintage dress pattern in mind for it. And 2m of blue/grey stretch denim for a pair of jeans – not very exciting but only £4/m and hard to find over here, so I couldn’t pass up. The quality seems good and I’ve done my pre-wash ready to get sewing.
Bonus snap of my Franken-Anna in Jaffa’s Zodiac alleys!
So if you go to Tel Aviv, moral is: pack a big suitcase.