I mean for me. . . .
no, against me. . . .
Over the past several months,
I have spent lots of time and energy decluttering.
Part of this process included going through my fabrics.
It a most cruel process having to decide which to keep
and which to be rid of.
The other day, I was in a thrift shop down town and
happened to run into someone and, as it turns out,
we know a few folks in common.
(Small towns, it's more uncommon not to know someone in common.)
We chatted a bit about what we were hunting for.
When I told her I like to just see if there are fabrics
that could be use for stitching, she asked
if I ever used wool.
Well, of course I love wool.
She asked if I could use some pieces so I said sure.
I've had folks offer a piece here and there.
It's usually just that - a piece or two.
She brought me two large garbage bags and a big box.
There were pieces like the picture above and others
that were wool garments that had been washed.
She said she thought she would make a rug one time
but has never gotten around to it.
When I asked her if she wanted any of it back if I didn't think I would use it,
she almost "Noed" before I finished asking.
I have about 3-4 garments left to get the zippers out of,
seams opened up, buttons off, etc.
I've now come to realize, it's hopeless.
I am a fabric-aholic.
I don't think this disease is curable:)
Until next time,
Nimble Fingers and Even Stitches