I have been TRYING to sort, fold & organize my stash for
quite some time now.
After a VERY LONG weekend of setting up my new computer
(took me a total of 27 hours from Saturday at noon until Monday 3pm)
I finally made it back into my fabric room to work some more on the fabric.
My husband who normally doesn't come to my fabric room unless it is to
ask about when I am planning to make dinner (his way of saying he is hungry),
well he came to the door leaned on the door jam just watching me, then he asks
"So you have been in here messing with your fabric off & on for months. I just got
to ask this question. Does your fabric reproduce? or have baby bundles of fabric or
something?. It just seems that you are never finished with folding the fabric".
My reply to him is I have a lot of fabric that I am trying to organize (again), iron
the F8's & FQ's, cut some into to 5-1/2" squares, 2-1/2" wide pieces, & 1-1/2"
wide pieces.
I had a large bin of fabric that needed to be sorted, ironed & folded. After that I
have a stack about 15 inches tall of FQ's to iron and fold.
His eyes just got a glassy look.
After that I pointed out 6 large bins and told him that those were all
scraps and when I was finished with the organizing I had those to go
through and sort.
His only comment was your a gluten for punishment.
So yeah I can somewhat relate.