When I sew I throw my scraps in a pile on the cutting table or on the floor. Periodically I run out of space to work and I can't find what I need so I have to stop and sort and organize. Today was the day....or at least the day I started. I'm easily distracted.
C
"I do believe in an everyday sort of magic...the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we're alone." Charles de Lint
Sunday, May 13, 2018
It Was Time....
...to organize my fabric...again.
When I sew I throw my scraps in a pile on the cutting table or on the floor. Periodically I run out of space to work and I can't find what I need so I have to stop and sort and organize. Today was the day....or at least the day I started. I'm easily distracted.
The bigger pile was easy....stripes, solids and ombre fabrics....done. The tiny scraps were a bit more tedious....I couldn't help but sift through looking for usable pieces.
When I sew I throw my scraps in a pile on the cutting table or on the floor. Periodically I run out of space to work and I can't find what I need so I have to stop and sort and organize. Today was the day....or at least the day I started. I'm easily distracted.
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