Looking at My Stash in a New Way

Most of the things I've been working on lately aren't so blog-able: calling doctors, calling insurance companies, calling my former employer to find out why they're cashing my check for COBRA but not telling my insurance company that they should continue to insure me–exciting stuff like that. Getting internet, getting cable, getting parking . . . all the necessities. Now maybe I can move onto finding someone to cut my hair and give me a mani-pedi ;-)

Last week I moved the stuff I still have in storage to a smaller, less expensive storage space. It gave me the opportunity to look at my fabric stash in a new way.



It's not ALL quilting cotton, there are a few boxes of flannels and a couple boxes of garment fabrics, but it is almost all quilting cotton. When I read Colene's blog post a few days ago where she illustrated how a very small box of left-over 2-1/2 by 4-1/2 fabric pieces could become a quilt . . . well, it really made me think about how many quilts might come from this stack of boxes . . .

I recently read this blog post, about Patti's last UFO. Also, Kate has recently inventoried swap blocks she's keeping and some of her works in progress on her blog. I think I may be at the other end of the spectrum . . . here are my project boxes.



It may not be as bad as it looks . . . or maybe it is? There are a couple of king-size quilts that just need bindings and quite a few tops ready to be quilted or sent to someone to quilt, and there are some non-quilt projects in those boxes as well, but still . . . this moving thing really makes you examine your possessions . . .

In case you're wondering, I did fill the smaller storage space with the rest of the stuff that's still in storage, including some "Michigan" winter coats I'll likely never need here, my bikes, a wall of totes containing Christmas things, craft things, some exercise equipment and my antique desk. I'm still looking for a recommendation for someone to lovingly refinish it before it comes home to the itty bitty loft–as I've come to think of it. If I can organize my life enough to fit, I will likely be more organized that I've been in a long while . . . a good thing and I'm slowly getting there.