
I grew up in a neighborhood where housekeeping was an art form. Chores were performed on schedule depending on day, season, or holiday. Windows were washed, porches were swept, grass was mowed, and Christmas lights strung in a timely fashion. Not only relatives, but church members lived nearby and by golly if you were off schedule, it was duly noted. You know what I'm talking about. These women had jobs, with a capital J and a big S. I call them the steel apron generation. Not only did they raise their own children, but any one elses who happened to be in the vicinity. Chances are, you were one of those children.
They taught me the value of order, and thank goodness for them.
This stack of fabric has been on the waiting list since last summer. It was recently rinsed in water, dipped in a bucket of spray starch solution, and hung out to dry. Now that it is stiff and pressed, trimming must be done. This is the part that can be done a little bit at a time.

Sometimes I use box lids to stack according to size and/or color.

More recently, I've begun using my grandmother's drying rack to separate size and color. When I'm done trimming, most will be filed accordingly. Some will be trimmed for the 2" square box. Some will be trimmed for the 3-1/4" square box.
Like seasonal chores, this is a process. An ongoing process that works for me. Now if only I could apply it to the rest of the house.
Until then, keep stitchin' . . . .