We are waiting to hear if our latest offer on the house we want has been accepted, or if we have to start again.
It has become impossible to work at anything that requires concentration. Waiting around for someone else to make a decision is one of my least favourite things to do. I can decide stuff quickly, why can’t other people? I therefore took on a long overdue and mindless task. I was shamed into it by a recent post from one of my favourite bloggers, Granny Maud’s Girl:
Like her, I consider pieces of fabric over 10″ square to be proper fabric, not scraps. They get folded and put into my stash, at the front of each basket so I know they’re smaller than the yardage or fat quarters.
Up to now, I have tried and completely failed to be organised with my scraps. They currently lurk in a faintly threatening and less faintly reproachful way in a series of shoe boxes in my fabric cupboard.
It’s a measure of my restiveness that I was driven to take out a box and make a start on rationalising this mess. My mental state is not up to organised thought or creativity. However, I’m quite capable of ruthless ruler and rotary cutter action. And I now have a half empty shoebox and a nice pile of 2 ½” strips which can be used for binding, a strippy quilt or cut into squares, 2 ½” squares, 2″ squares, 5″ squares, and random ‘strings’ of fabric (too good to chuck out, too small for most stuff but sure to come in useful…).
I don’t actually feel any better, but I have the satisfaction of having done something useful. I wonder if I’ll be able to keep going once we have an answer…?