Schooled by my Stash

The Bernina (sporting a fine new needle clamp screw) is off to the experts for a long overdue tune-up, clean-out, fixy-uppy.  I have bowed to pressure (and the sound of a clunky bobbin case) and made up my mind to get it back in top form.  I have three projects that need to be finished, and the machine is not firing on all 8 cylinders.  I packed it up, placed it near the stairs (so Joe can carry it down and schlep it to my car) and turned and took a good look at my sewing room.

UGGGHHH.

It was a mess. I have a little bit of an organizational sickness thingie, but you would not know it by looking around. I set to work "filing" fabrics in their color coded tubs, collecting odds and ends, finding a home for Ebay upholstery bits (I have a thing for Scalamandre) and reviewing my UFO's (not as bad or as many as I thought).  By the time I finished working my way through the entire mess, I had the uneasy realization that I have........ fabric I had forgotten I purchased.  Fabric I really loved - woo hoo!  Fabric I had not seen in ages.  Crushed walnut shells to make pincushions with - wool roving for felting.  The amount of forgotten muslin (the gift of  a friend, long story) was overwhelming.  Yards and yards of muslin.

I was planning on doing a little fabric shopping after I dropped off the Bernina.  Guess what - I'm not.  I have a lot of lovely stuff, and I am content with what I have.  It is all tidy and folded and looks wonderful.  I have been schooled by quilters, schooled by my Mom, and now I have been schooled by my stash.  It was a marvelous lesson.