I've decided since I don't have bedroom furniture for my spare bedroom at the moment to make it my sewing room. I have a blow-up mattress (the double kind that is up off the floor like a reg bed) to put up when company needs to stay over night.
Where oh where did all this fabric come from??? Yeah, I bought it, but when you do a little here, a little there it doesn't seem like much, till you get it all together in one spot. So now comes the chore (a pleasant one) to seperate into sizes, (yardage, fat quarters, charms, jelly roll strips), then into seperate piles for colors. At the moment for lack of a better storage solution it will all go in large plastic containers - labeled. Later I will measure and mark yardage of the larger pieces - but that is project for a later day. Right now I need it somewhat organized and put away. Then there are the patterns, books, tools, and other things you collect along the way you just have to have. Oh yes, the large plastic container for crazy quilt fabrics and a smaller one for the trims, appliques, laces, ribbons etc.
I just found 6 or 7 more boxes that need to come out of the garage and find a home in the kitchen. It used to look good sized (not large) but an OK size, think it is shrinking as I put things away, I'm running out of room. LOL There is at least 3 or 4 more of clothes - but there is some major culling in line there. Of course everything in these need to be either run through the dishwasher or the washing machine.
I'm working on some stitching at night and pushing to get the other finished during the day light hours. Tomorrow again it is grass mowing day, huh!! seems I just did that, how times files. And with the great rains we have been having how the grass doth grow.
I have two round robin blocks I'm adding borders too, I have to sandwich a quilt top, batting and backing together and baste - then start quilting it, and have a 2 tablecloths to make (1 lg and 1 sm), and a Christmas table runner. Need to redo a drawing for an original Brazilian Dimensional Embroidery piece, and draw to fabric. Know there is bound to be more, must have left some out.
Any who, I stay busy and the only grass growing is not under my feet but in the yard.
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