On Reconsidering Fabric

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.


All settled in, and in use. Finally.


A panorama view of my sewing area/family office/tea making and food room, aka the kitchen. The blinding white bit in the upper right is the door to the deck.

I miss my built-in fold-down ironing board but this is my husband’s board from before we met, nigh on twenty years ago. I splurged on a new 12$ cover.

And you’ll note we still have an ugly floor, hurray! #sarcasm


This is the sewing storage area in the kitchen. Second shelf down is the tool box, tape and string, my DeWalt. Couldn’t take the WHOLE cupboard for fabric and projects. Yardage is stored in the garage. First time in seven years all my fabric is under one roof!


Kitchen islandy thing. Kitchen peninsula? Work space while sewing. Will probably put my cutting mat here when I’m using that.

And lastly…


There it is! My wonderful sewing desk. There is much more to this than you see, and it will get a post of its own.

There is an Ott light hiding back there as well which is an amazing addition to my sewing room. (I had it at the old house but could only use it for hand sewing or binding.) It was a hand-me-down from my aunt and now that I’m using it regularly I love, love, love it.

Haven’t found a good place for the design wall and I might not be able to have it accessible. I do have more floor space however to layout a project. Not ideal, but workable.

I have done some sewing this past fortnight. I have the whole pile of mending and making for various (lots of) family members that I’m working through and I started a mindless sewing project which is so very relaxing.

Day 692

Since I started this blog. That’s a lot of days.

Also counting days: twenty days post-move. Fabric is still packed, as is my sewing machine. Here is the current state of my sewing table*:


It seems that having a sewing table and cough, unlimited free time in which to sew, cough, gives people the idea that you would love to sew for them. #sarcasm

Counter-clockwise from top left:

  • Husband shirt, reattach button (that’s the brown dot on the white paper) and possibly repair the fabric under where the button goes
  • patterns and fabric pile will become
    • two pairs of shorts, sizes 10 and 6
    • one shirt/blouse thing, size 10
    • one very belated birthday dress, better do a size 6 at this point since it’s a year late, #parenting fail, all this is for the kids
  • mother-in-law, two pairs of drapes to hem
  • husband shirt, mending under the collar. I reversed the collar back in June.
  • W tore her skirt. It’s fourth hand and quite worn but a favourite.

You notice of course what is NOT on that table. Anything quilt related or for me. C’est la vie. Also, plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose. Links provided for non-French speakers.


* About that sewing table. It’s epic. And exciting. It will have its own blog post.