I have a confession to make: I bought fabric.
Kinda a lot of fabric, actually.
I think I should just come clean and declare it all here, and then make
I knew I had been on a bit of an untethered acquisition mission lately. I had been stashing my purchases hither and yon--hiding them even from myself, it seems. But then this happened
|June 19-25 Weight Watchers focus|
It was painful, but I am pleased with the results. "Current" projects [How does one distinguish between WIP and UFO? Do you have a method for categorizing?] are now stored in the drawers below the guest bed. Older projects are punted back to the basement.
And in the process, all this fabric came to light.
|This is what 39 yards looks like--Gah!|
Drat! Because, you see, I already have enough. In fact, if you consider my sewing output, I really have too much. I'm in no danger of using up my stash--especially at the rate I keep adding to the booty.
|we're outta here!|
Do you have a stash to die for? What keeps it under control?