So, anyway, I went down and up and down and up, exploring - one area contains several shops full of wonderful wools and yarns, and a second one has a number of fabrics shops.
Needing a tablecloth
I've never been much of a tablecloth person - I'd rather wipe a table than wash a tablecloth, especially with the tribe that used to live in our house. But our balcony here is not such a super place to eat now that the weather is cooler, and so we've moved or little table into the kitchen. And it really looked like it could do with a nice bright cloth. I had looked in the shops and markets, but only found lacey ones (not me) and plastic ones (ick!). Not what I wanted. I have a sewing machine, let's make one.
I headed down to the fabric basement. After walking up and down a couple of times I hadn't seen anything in the displays that I wanted, time to actually dive right into one of these tiny stores and find out what is stacked on the floor-to-ceiling shelves. An eager salesman stood in his doorway beckoning - ah, why not? I gave him one word - "Cotton?" - although I was pretty sure the Turkish word was something beginning with 'P'. He seemed to understand, and pointed to a range of materials. Wow! I instantly saw the one I wanted, and decided to buy 3 metres - that's "ooch!" metres. He explained that it was extra wide, that was okay. It was such nice material and I was sure I would find something else to use it for. It was only after I bought it that I realised it was also a stretch-cotton. Way too good for a tablecloth, but whatever.
So I whipped up a talecloth. And the kitchen was soon looking bright and civilised.
Needing a shirt
I kept looking at the rest of that material, and feeling it - such nice material. I had to make a shirt.

I just had to make sure I didn't wear it when I was sitting at the table!