mav-er-ick (noun): an independent individual who does not go along with a group or party
I chose the name “The Fabric Maverick” because there are no rules when it comes to decorating. (Trust me; I am not obsessed with Mr. Cruise from Top Gun.) No rules means no mistakes, no lists of “in” or “out.” Think of the world as your oyster and always remember, thou shalt decorate as thou damn pleases.
MY NAME IS ALLISON. I am a fabricholic, a damask diva, a true believer that any room without fabric is a prison cell. (Mattress ticking does not count) My idea of a fun Saturday as a teenager was roaming the aisles of fabric stores, finding that perfect pattern and fantasizing about the finished project whether it be a slip or a slipcover.
I met this cute Yankee who asked me on our first date, “Do you sew?”
I said, “Are you kidding? All the time.” My husband’s family has been in the fabric business for five generations. He found the girl of his seams and before you knew it, we got stitched, had three children and opened our own fabric store, The Fabric Mill. Every vacation meant schlepping three sticky children around the country who would plead with their Daddy, “Not another fabric store,” as we would walk the aisles and finger the fabrics. We even checked garbage dumpsters, I swear, to find sources.
After waiting on customers for over 18 years with a pearl scissor necklace, I think I have heard all the questions. I feel compelled to share all of the answers. My specialty is Home Decorating Fabrics.
Please, pick my brain, give me your opinions, tell me something new and fun about fabric and decorating, show-off your fabric creations, and repeat after me: “There’s no such thing as too much fabric.”