I wrote this question about a year ago. I was really worried about all the thousands of dollars invested in my sewing room. My sewing machine is worth $10k and my husband knows to sell it. My daughter gets first pick of anything she wants, but she lives in a small one bedroom. I have a whole bedroom full of stuff. I have whole fabric lines, fat quarter bundles, charms, jelly rolls, layer cakes, yardages; yards and yards of fabric; lots of fat quarters; lots of quilt kits; lots and lots of big scraps; drawers of fabrics; storage unit of fabric and kits; tons of thread; patterns galore; books by the ton; every ruler possible; long tables for my 24x72 cutting mat; every gizmo ever made plus every gadget I could get my hand on; a disappearing wall; rubbermaid tubs full of fabric, fat quarter holders made out of nice fabric. Bookcases, dressers, big fat hand built ironing board, two nice expensive irons; lots of fabric starch; basting spray; buttons; just tons of stuff. I have a feeling they will have a yard sale and sell everything for 25 cents. I told them to advertise everywhere that it's a Quilter's Yardsale and to sell the fabric for $2.50 a yard and fat quarters for $1 each. The rulers for anywhere from $2 to $5. I even have two wooden hanging ruler holders. I also have my Gingher cutter and Olfa cutters and all my good scissors. Oh my goodness. It could all be sold for $100 and my husband would be just happy as could be. I have to tell him that my Viking Huskavarna in my closet goes to my daughter. Now, I getting sick to my stomach. I think I'll tell him if he dies first I'll sell all his tools for 25 cents each, including the boxes they come in and see what he has to say about it. Maybe it will sink it then.