Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I know some people view their fabric stash like a precious collection, something to get inspired by and to relish.
I am unfortunately not one of those people. Instead my stash is a constant reminder of how much I have left to sew. I get stressed just by digging through it. I even have a list of my stash fabrics and their assigned projects stored as a text message in my cell phone. Just to add more insult to the stress.
In my last post I referred to my stash as a "black hole". Which was a very fitting description - nothing was folded and all fabrics was mixed together. "You never know when they come in handy"- scraps was thrown in among precious silks and various notions like interfacing and buttons somehow also found their way in there. Which is probably why so many things got lost in my stash.
This Sunday I felt something had to be done. With the help of four plastic Curver storage boxes and the idle hands of two children, I managed to sort my stash out in less than an hour. The funny thing is that now it seems like my stash has been reduced by 50 percent, even though I only threw away a few yards.
But an unexpected side effect of this sudden "reduction" is that it has spurred a strong urge to buy more fabric... maybe I need to work on my fabricohoholic tendencies next? Or maybe I just need to adapt a more forgiving attitude to my hobby!
Posted by Johanna at Tuesday, November 18, 2008