About 12 days ago, a little sprite (whether angelic or demonic is yet to be determined) delivered into my hands 6 heavily-laden garbage bags. A gift! Yes. A gift. A gift comprised of........oh........I'd say about..... TWENTY FIVE THOUSAND pieces of fabric!!!
I had to make a choice. 1) Promptly remove said bags to my sewing room where they would be out of my way...and would likely remain unopened and unexplored for 5-6 years. 2) Promptly carry said bags to my car and deliver them to someone else's doorstep to be dealt with by THEM. 3) Promptly dump contents of said bags onto my living room floor to sort through immediately.
Because it is Christmas time, and wrestling season, I have nothing at all to do, so I wisely chose..........you guessed it! OPTION #3!! Which is why, 12 days later, my house still looks like THIS:
We have no Christmas tree. No Christmas lights. No Christmas presents. No figgy pudding. But all is not lost! Afterall, WE HAVE FABRIC!! I must be at least halfway through sorting, organizing and eliminating fabrics I'll never use. I have cut hundreds of quilt squares for future use. And, I might add, I have completed my first...and perhaps last...project from this lovely assortment of scraps. Here it is:
Why is it when I get a hankerin' to sew, I make PINK things? I'm not exactly a girly girl. Ah, another of life's great mysteries: tough girl likes pink. Hmmm.
You'll excuse me now while I go wade through the remaining 11,000 pieces of fabric? See you when I come up for air in a two weeks...just in time to throw up a tree and celebrate Christmas!