I can’t throw anything away . . .
Is it a sickness?
Did I inherit my grandmother’s “depression mentality”?
She didn’t hoard, but she always had everything she needed. And it was all organized, too.
I can’t say the same. Even if I have what I need, there’s a good chance I can’t remember where I put it. I did not inherit her organizational gene. My sister got all of that one.
And for right now, let’s just talk about a couple little things. Fabric, for one . . .
Among the members of one of my guilds, there’s a joke that we still pass around about how one quilter visited another one in her home, and there on the shelf in her sewing room was a box of fabric scraps marked “Pieces too small to use”.
We all just howl with laughter every time we hear it or tell it, but secretly (and sometimes not secretly) there are several of us who have the same bin at our own house.
Labelled or not — it’s there — yes, it is.
I’m one of them.
In fact, fellow guild members know that if they’re going to throw any scrap of fabric away, to instead put it in a baggie and bring it to me at guild meeting.
I collect them. Any size will do.
And I love it all.
Really, I intend to use it all up someday.
Stop laughing . . . I’m serious!
OK . . . laugh — it is kinda funny.
And I say “kinda”, because it’s also not.
And because I know it’s not, I’m making a conscious effort to corral it all this year. If I’m going to keep collecting, I need to keep it under control . . . and yes, USE it.
One way I’m doing that is with the 15 Minutes Play site. These are my bins I use to play in. I also have several scrap quilts started, and I pull from these bins for those quite regularly. Believe it or not, they’re a bit down from what they were.
And I’ve even started a new project from them, just
And next week at guild meeting, someone will probably bring me a bag of scraps, and I’ll squeal with delight and thank them profusely (while they wonder what drug I’m on) and bring it home and add it to this pile.
The second thing I feel I need to
confess discuss is my hoarding of paper. Just like I can’t throw away any scrap of fabric, I also cannot throw away any scrap of paper. I might need it to scribble notes on, make a quick template, or leave a note for My Cowboy, and they’re perfect for that.
What if I run out of paper?
I have TWO drawers full of it, sorted by size.
Maybe I shouldn’t have publicly admitted that . . .
So I got myself busy and did just that, and I love them!
I’m making them for everyone I know.
I’ll be passing them out everywhere.
I even decorated some of them.
And Heaven knows I can make several!
I’ll be working on these when I take breaks from making scrap quilts.
Does this mean I’m cured?