Phew! I now have hundreds, ye, thousands, of fabric squares in various sizes all neatly arranged in baggies according to size. I also have a very fat baggie of Chinese coin pieces -- maybe enough for two quilts. A big bag of strips, some long, some shorter, and some triangular little pieces for corners, for strip quilts blocks. Also a big bag of miscellaneous triangles -- it's a mess, I admit, I just couldn't face triangles. I have a wastebasket almost totally full of the cuttings that are going OUT, tomorrow morning.
What I do not have is bags of miscellaneous scraps of various sizes and shapes. This is the accomplishment.
Another thing I have is a head full of possibilities -- but then, I will admit, my head is never empty of possibilities. But one possibility is not sewing but to give way batches of these squares. I have already set aside two small baggies to be given away, one of vintage 4" squares and one of 20 attractive 6" squares.
To distract myself yesterday I laid out the 80 strip pieced blocks I have -- actually I discovered I had 81. I like their bright craziness but I could see immediately that I need to make either 15 or 23 more blocks to make the quilt long enough. I can do that, of course. I've got the strips in abundance and still plenty of white muslin for foundations. So that's the immediate job and I hope it will be done, maybe this week.
With that big straightening job complete, I am into a second one, which is the living room. A new sofa arrive three weeks ago; two days ago the old sofa and two chairs were taken away and the new sofa put where it belongs. This means much else has to be moved -- the desk already migrated to its new place. All this neatening and rearranging is not a metaphor, so far as I can see, for bigger and bolder changes in my life. It's just a part of the usual progression of mess, clean up and, probably mess again. That includes a lot of books, too many books. So WHY, yes, why did I buy six books at the library today? It was not because they are being decommissioned (or whatever librarians do to their possessions) at three for a dollar. I actually thought they were a dollar each. They're books I won't find any place else, they promise to be very good reads. And I didn't even take time to really look hard at the lower shelves. The truth is I have never regretted spending money for books, all I regret is that I am a slow reader and will never keep up with my buying.
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