So for the last few years I’ve been going down to Rome every six months or so to buy fabric. At first I stuck to buying off the shelf, visiting Bassetti to purchase my contemporary linen yardage. For a while I was too linguistically shy to ask for what I was really looking for…. old yardage…like, really old yardage.
For the most part I was buying my antique yardage, old fabrics, from 200 to 60 years old made of natural fibers, from the antique markets in my area.
On one my trips to Bassetti, I finally got up the courage to talk to the gentlemen at Bassetti about my interest in older fabrics. And, like that, out of the back rooms of the store came bolt after bolt of antique fabrics with interesting textures, natural fibers, woven in Europe.
So, now when I visit Rome to buy fabric for my towels, tablecloths (and soon bags!), Bassestti is the first place I visit. I always have to set a strict budget before I arrive, so that I don’t end up buying more than I can carry in my suitcase. It’s never an easy trip. Its always a mad dash from train to bus to store to home all the while carrying lbs of fabric on my back. But the fabrics are beautiful, I oddly enjoy the challenges, and well… from time to time I take a couple hours to do something fun in Rome. This trip I took time to eat a fried artichoke, and tried not to choke while riding a vespa around town.
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Just like the rest of Rome, Bassetti is a warren of controlled chaos.
This is the suiting room. I really wish I knew how to make my own suits.
Back, keep going back, further, further…
This is the man, my antique and vintage yardage guru.
Rome at night is a dream.
I’d never had a fully fried artichoke before…it was like heaven, fried heaven. Roman version of the Bloomin’ Onion came to mind as I was eating it.
My trusty steed.
I’m seriously in shock in this pic. Couldn’t stop shaking for an hour. But once I stopped shaking, got back on the bike a rode for a few more STUNNING hours. PS. Please don’t do this unless you’re a trained motorcyclist.