27 July 2013

The Cloth House, Soho

I took some time out last week, to trip into London, to look at pretty things. I popped into Anthropologie, walked every square meter of Liberty, and wandered down to Soho.

Suddenly I was transported back in time nearly 20 years. Back to when I used to work just off Oxford Circus in the Fashion Industry. I often used to head to Soho in my lunch hour, to meet up with a boyfriend, to buy Silver for making jewellery, to buy fabrics from the numerous fabric shops down Berwick Street - sometimes for me, and also for the five Wedding dresses I made for close friends over the years. 

Today I was heading to Berwick Street to the Cloth House, which you can find at two different locations on the Street. Berwick Street hadn't changed much. The bustling market was still there, and I smiled as I remembered the tales of the sausage shop boy who used to swap the shop's sausages for spuds with the market traders - so he could have sausage and mash for his tea. Naughty!

The Cloth House was an utter feast for me. Haberdashery heaven. Shelves of ribbon, stacks of lace. Buttons old and new. Every variety of denim, more linen than I could dream of, cotton voiles, velvets, and some hand blocked Indian fabrics that smelled of Rajasthan and transported me back there in an instant. I could happily while away a long time in here. I just wish I had the meterage in my head, for the projects that I have in mind. Still a good excuse to go back soon.

I had meant to tell them I was coming, and ask them if I could take some snaps for the blog, but somehow I had forgotten to get in touch. Happily, I asked one of the shop girls, and she very kindly let me take some pictures. I just wish I was a better photographer!















2 comments:

  1. SWOON!! Might have to make a pilgrimage! Did you manage to contain the squeals? Bxx

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    1. Silent squeals, so people didn't stare! X

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