My workspace has gotten out of control. To the point I don't know what I have in my stash, or can't find that cute orange tone-on-tone I bought last summer, or even the three yards of Kona Snow I use for every other quilt top I make.
I organized my scrap bin after I started the improv blocks, but hadn't addressed the stack of clear plastic bins in one corner filled with fat quarters and bigger pieces, or the UFO pile in the other. On a high from reading my new books and itching to start my improv project, I thought it best to organize first, get in the right mindset, start clean.
I've seen so many pictures on other blogs of color-coded neatly folded piles, easily accessible for spontaneous creating...
that's what I wanted. Bins of just yellows, black and white prints, and greens. One bin bursting with blues.
So I emptied everything and started to sort into piles: colors, UFOs, kits, more scraps, random leftover/experimental blocks, non-cotton fabrics, etc.
It was much more than I'd bargained for. And while Archie enjoyed the empty bins and long tails of selvage strung across the kitchen floor, by Sunday evening we were both pretty irritated that there wasn't any place to sit in my kitchen. Or living room. There was no place to eat, because there was fabric
everywhere. Picture this multiplied by purple, green, orange, red, turquoise, black & white, yellow, and twice as much blue. And then factor in some multi-colored prints that didn't belong anywhere so they got yet another pile:
A big pile o' pink
I got it all sorted out and started refilling the bins -- and it wouldn't all go
back. I let the damn stuff out and it started multiplying in my kitchen! I should have known not to put the blue and yellow next to each other, because now I've got even more green than when I started! Or at least it seems that way.
So instead of "starting clean," and jumping into my sewing, my table is still piled with that which will not fit. Which means another trip to the Container Store for more bins.
Hi, my name is Kate, and I'm addicted to fabric.
I
knew there was a reason I'd cut myself off!