Last week I took it upon myself to resort my fabrics.
Doing so was prompted by my mask making in April. After making some two dozen I realized I had in fact used up some of my fabric. The the pattern I used called for a long strip and a 9″ square, and it was sometimes hard to find a piece of fabric big enough to accommodate both.
When all that was done I sorted what was left. I can’t really claim that a single 6″ square is yardage now can I? Nor a long FQ that’s been cut full of holes from fussy cutting. Yet I had been.
From nine shoeboxes I’m down to seven and a bit. I also culled a bunch of random bits for a guild garage sale someday far in the future.
I’ve been at home since April 7th and my husband quickly insisted on moving my sewing machine table to the garage. To keep the longarm company? Because my machine is old and loud? Whatever. I now have a wee space of my own.