Once something arrives in my possession, it’s likely to be here forever . . unless it’s something I really need to keep . . like my medical insurance card, or my Tri-Recs rulers. I cannot throw anything out. As I’ve been cleaning, I’ve been doing better but it takes a lot of effort.
I am not a scrap quilter. I keep thinking that some day I may run out of fabric (stop laughing!) and I may not have any money to buy more. If Vince reads this, he’s saying “You got to that point a long time ago!” For the longest time, I would cut all my scraps into different size squares or rectangles but I never use them. You know almost all my quilts use yardage, not pieces of different fabrics. I’m trying to throw things out. The other day as I was cleaning around the cutting table, I had some fairly large pieces that had been trimmed from backings. I debated about cutting them into strips or squares but no, I have too much to do and I have too much fabric already so I threw it all in the trash.
Good job, Judy! But, for two days, I thought about those scraps in the trash. I couldn’t stand it.
The piece was retrieved from the trash. Then I decided to dig out other fabrics I’d tossed.
It’s hopeless. I need a non-quilter, someone who has no emotional attachment to 100% cotton fabric, to come and clean my sewing room. But she must take all the trash bags with her when she leaves. I will never have a clean, organized sewing room and I will never use all my fabric — especially all my scraps.