I’ve been spending considerable time in my sewing room, thinning and sorting and deciding what things I can part with (that means things I won’t get to before I exit this life). Tonight I parted with 8-10 boxes of fabric, notions, unfinished projects, and other quilt-related treasures. It’s not easy being realistic. I simply won’t live long enough, and I know there are others who will, so I am passing on the joy. It makes me sad and happy at the same time, sending my treasures to new homes.
I’ve also thinned my boxes and boxes of scraps, saving only those big enough to put into my Chopped Snakes scrap quilts. This was hard. The truth is, when I need a piece, I don’t often dig through the bags of scraps to find what I need. I’ve got plenty of new fabrics to slice off of.
The beautiful framed Hmong embroidery (quilting) hung in my apartment before I was married. It’s been sitting unhung ever since. It’s time for a new home.
You’d think that emptying all of this out of my little sewing room would be noticeable. It hardly made a dent. What is has done is relieve a little bit of pressure–the pressure I feel to finish it all before I die, to leave no projects unfinished. I know that’s not realistic, but it’s my dream.