Over the past 8 days, there has been sporadic but significant progress in the un-assing of craft supplies at my house. It had to be done.
Last week, I summoned my inner warrior and bagged up 8 or 10 kitchen garbage bags full of fabric and gave them to a friend, who further distributed them among other friends. Collected stuff that needs to go to the attic. Organized stuff into "genres" and boxed it up. Threw away a whole bunch of random stupid junk. At the end of the day, I needed painkillers, but was feeling pretty good about the level of ruthlessness I had shown in getting rid of stuff.
Yesterday, I worked on our bedroom. This room does not need new flooring, but the
Last night about 10 p.m. - I was already in bed, reading a book - for some unknown reason, I thought about the un-quilted quilt top that had been stored in the cabinet with the fabric I gave away. This quilt top was allegedly pieced by The Husband's great-great-grandmother. (I say "allegedly" because the fabric looks too new.) I remembered seeing it in the cabinet when I pulled out the other fabric. But did I save it, or did I accidentally bag it with the rest of the fabric? I got out of bed and looked in a couple of places where I might have put it. It wasn't there. Ohshitohshitohshit....
I woke up thinking about this around 2 a.m. Got up, checked another few places. Not there. Went back to bed, worrying.
The first thing this morning, I checked the one likely place that I hadn't already checked, and ta-DAAA, there it was. Whew.
Since I was in that room, I went back to work sorting/boxing. Most of what was in the craft/office room is now in a spare bedroom. Most of it will go back into the room, only in a better organized way.
Hah. Right. ;)
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