A couple of weeks ago I clean out my bedroom closet and found all sorts of fabric neatly stored in plastic bags in a plastic box. Well with all the rain in New Englad, my basement flooded for the first time since we moved into our house 26 years ago. Well when unloading the basement - what did I find - Two large rubbermaid tash cans with sealed plastic ziplocks - with fabric - lots of fabric - even some beautiful Pendelton Wool (for that suit I was going to make and never did)

All appears to have survived fine due to taking care when I placed in storage. - however hubby was a little dismayed and announced, that under penalty of death I can not purchase any more fabric. I have enough to quilt for a good long time. ;)

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!

The same with me. The only thing is I buy mostly focus fabrics and when I want to make something, I need blenders and backing. Then it's back to the fabric shop again.

You know the stash might be too large when...

You find a nice little shopping bag under the front seat of your car and it contains a yard of the fabric that you just had to have, and the receipt from 6 months ago!

I'm soon to be 74 and if I live to 100 could not use up my fabric. My will is very straight forward - everything to my son, an only child.
Attached to the will are instructions to him for distribution of fabric, notions, machines tools, etc. and, the names of the 2 quilting friends who are in charge of it. And, I will come back as a poltergeist to torment him if he enters my quilting room w/o one of them.

Earlier I mentioned Lunn Fabrics no longer selling directly. They design solely now for Kaufman.
They are selling packs for $32+s/h.
I ordered random pieces, any color. My friend ordered only 1 yd or 1/2 yd pieces, any color. They fit together in a $9. USPS box.
They are gorgeous: hand painted and batiks.
If anyone's interested Call 740-654-2202. The proceeds are going to a foundation they've set up in Indonesia, where their fabric is made.

Are we sisters? I still don't sass my Mother, even over the phone. :lol:

For me, it was burned chicken pot pie made by my dad. Refused to eat it, sat at table til bedtime and mom wanted me to go to bed,. Dad said I'd sit there until I ate it. So I slept at the dinner table and was supposed to eat it for breakfast but luckily I had school. Pot pie was gone when I got home from school but Dad tanned my hide good for wasting food. Still cannot eat pot pie, burned or otherwise.

I LOVE this site! I've been giggling over raptureready's memories and remembering my own; Mary 119 I haven't easten liver since I was 12--(I had taken over the cooking by then!) but that texture and taste still live on. I love this place.

we need a new thread so more can join in. I'm on my way!!