I’ve spent the previous weekends pulling out patterns and fabric, in the throes of decision making: What to Make? What to Make? I think I may have finally rounded up enough projects to keep the fingers busy and the mind occupied. If not, some uncut, but earmarked fabric is coming with me, just in case.
Then, I stumbled on this image…from La Sewista, and realized that I do Not Yet suffer from an overabundance of fabric. Nope. My fabric stash is still fitting into bins and tubs, and is nowhere near becoming a fabrilanche.
Perhaps, just perhaps I need to look at this differently. Perhaps I need to think of the stash not in terms of overt consumerism but as a fabric IRA, a little something put away for the future. There is a bit of spare gelt in the coffers. Is there a luscious lovely calling my name?
Just a yard. Or two. Or three.