I reluctantly attended a "Scrap Therapy" stash cutting/organizing class last week with two friends. Emphasis on reluctant. It was an epiphany. First, at my age (just sweet sixty) I realized a lot of fabric would be going to the land fill if I don't find a way to use it in my lifetime. Secondly, I bought it to use to begin with so why am I hoarding it for just the "perfect" project?! Isn't that just another name for procrastination?
So, I dug in and started sorting and cutting. Suddenly I feel enthusiastic and on fire. I have worked out a plan of attack and I am boldly going where I have never gone before!