Sometime in February, frustrated by the inability to find particular fabrics that I knew were in there somewhere, I pulled most of my stacks out and spent the better part of two days reorganizing my stash. I do this every once in a while after first doing an internet search of other quilters' strategies, certain that there must be some secret formula. Is there one? Please let me in on it.
I did a pretty good job of it, though still occasionally flummoxed by such big categorization issues as...should Kaffe dots go in the KF pile or the dots stack? What about the Koseki text designs...the SK section or the words stack? Usually around this point, I take a little break. Maybe get a quick snack. Then I return to start shoving things back in their cubbies, willy-nilly. This time I pressed on and was quite pleased with myself. For several weeks in February, I sat at my table, appliqueing my lollipop blocks, basking in the tidiness of the space.
For all of you who so often comment on my neat room, this is how it sometimes devolves as I'm working out something new. Decisions, decisions. Five fabrics discarded for each one that works. So much for the organized stacks. I did pick up a bit this morning, but you don't think I'm taking two more days to re-sort, do you?
I have nothing more than my messy room to share today. If you're looking for a knock-your-socks-off project photo, you must go right now to check out Nifty Quilts. *swoon*
I'm actually just dropping in today to say "I'm still here!" And where have I been?
- Shopping for a dress for Molly's wedding (my head hurts...)
- Consulting with the florist, the baker, the candlestick maker (scratch that last one...)
- Playing Goldilocks as we hunt...and hunt... for new living room furniture. And a sleeper sofa for an extra bedroom. Let's just say, they don't make things like they used to.
- Trying to decide on upholstery fabrics.
- Preparing for more house painting, inside and out.
- Decisions, decisions and more decisions.
I'm loving the warm weather, as I know so many of you are. There's a unique delight that a new homeowner enjoys when spring rolls around and all kinds of surprises reveal themselves as plants pop up here and there and bare bushes burst in to bloom. Even if (when) the cold weather returns for a while, it has been so energizing to be able to open the windows and feel the warm breeze as it blows the curtains a bit. This morning I caught the whiff of newly mown grass from somewhere in the neighborhood. Guess I'd better put some Preen and Claritin on the shopping list. And maybe pull the snowplow stakes from the driveway's edge. I'd hate to tempt fate, though.