24 Hours Makes a Difference
It was time to get this table of goodies organized, and the best way to start was by color.
Yesterday at this time I felt overwhelmed. I had started a project that required putting it all out there . . . literally. Various pieces of quilting material needed to be sifted and sorted through so it could easily be accessed in times to come. I have come to realize that not all fabric can be saved. Polyester and rayon are not a quilter’s friend. In time, Polyester pills lint-type balls of fuzz that cling to the fabric. When it has been mixed with cottons it is less than desirable. Rayon does not launder well and allows for puckering when mixed with cotton. My mom, Lena, taught we well when it came to her all time favorite hobby: that being quilting. Mom had an eye for finding the coordinating hues in fabrics, mixing the perfect array of prints together to allow the eye to flow from light to dark. It is something that many find very frustrating. Practice does make perfect. Yesterday I called it a day when the colors had been sorted.
It was a joy tapping into this stash as I continue enjoying cutting up fabric to make a bigger piece, aka: a quilt.
Again, having had a huge amount of rain today, it was not hard to get back into the sewing studio to finish what I had started yesterday. To organize this stash of fabric meant something had to give. The shelves I had my eye on were already busy. The recycling bin was tapped big time, as well as working smarter, not harder, in grouping like items together throughout the basement shelves. Dennis kept the coffee coming. Putting together a supper this evening is going to be a lot more enjoyable as my project came to a very good end. The fabric is organized and my sewing tables are bare, ready for the work they were intended for. I am very grateful to have them for just such a sorting job.
I know I will be back into the gardens as soon as we get some sunshine. We have reached the seven inch mark of rain within the last seven days. We are not quite done with rain showers. The forecast looks favorable for sun next week. Waiting for the gardens to dry out will give me the edge I need to finish a project that has a July deadline.
This morning, my dear and cherished friend, Lorraine did go home to her Lord. It has been her wish for some time since the cancer had beaten her down with very little strength and resolve left in her slight being. Praise God for granting prayers.