I picked up the fabric for the curtains I want to sew for the second bedroom. I had something light and ethereal in my mind. But it had to have texture, too. My search pulled me over to Fabric Row in Queen Village, where I had a swing and a miss in the first store. I found the perfect fabric. It was a gossamer linen with the faintest plaid fabric that let light shine in differently through its varying textures. I wasn't thinking ahead enough, and I didn't bring my camera, but this is sort of what it looked like.
Unfortunately, they only had a yard. I probably should have bought it and done something else with the fabric, but I was a woman on a mission.
I went a few stores over, where I had much better luck. They had an entire section of sheers, but I wasn't finding exactly what I needed. There were bright white sheers, nude laces, and almost everything in between. But I couldn't find the one that had to come home with me. That is, until I was on my way out of the store. I passed a sheer linen that had its wrinkles pressed in. There was texture. There was light. And there was lots of movement--even on the bolt.
So I had the store wrap up four yards, plus four yards of a white liner. I'm not entirely sure I'll use it on this project or not, but I have it in case I need it. If not, I'm sure it'll wind up in something else soon enough.
Of course, I haven't gotten the motivation up to start the sewing yet, but I'll let you know how it goes once I get to it.