Yes, I know progress has two ss at the end, but that last S didn't fit in my cheer cadence. You'll just have to live with it.
I never did find my missing quilt square. I ended up buying a fat quarter of that fabric so I could make another one, and I am happy to report that the square is finished. :)
I am making great progress in cleaning out my sewing room. Currently I've moved all boxes of scrap fabric (more shoeboxes than I realized!) onto the dining room table and am trying to figure out a way to sort/save/toss it all. Originally I thought I would simply sort everything by color, but the second box I opened was full of bags containing pieces of cut material. Alabama/Auburn colors cut into small pieces for a double ring wedding pattern do not match horse squares of brown and orange, nor 2" hot pink squares with grey stripes and white elephants or green flannel. Bobby says I should just make a crazy quilt, but I think that would be too crazy for even the craziest person. Regardless, I am now on day three of cleaning and sorting from that room. I am now on a fabric moratorium (I cannot buy any more new fabric) through the end of the year, at least, and I am taking Bobby's challenge to finish two projects for every new one I start (Disclaimer: in the sewing room...this does not count toward the yard, the garden, or the house). My Mom laughed when I told her and said she wanted a text message or a phone call as proof when that actually happened.
The only down side to all this cleaning and sorting is that my visual senses are overly stimulated and my creative juices are dripping and drooling. It takes everything within me to keep working and not stop and start on one of the many projects I've planned and prepared for "when I have time".
Meanwhile, we're one week down with turning goose eggs in the incubator. 21 more days to go!
I never did find my missing quilt square. I ended up buying a fat quarter of that fabric so I could make another one, and I am happy to report that the square is finished. :)
I am making great progress in cleaning out my sewing room. Currently I've moved all boxes of scrap fabric (more shoeboxes than I realized!) onto the dining room table and am trying to figure out a way to sort/save/toss it all. Originally I thought I would simply sort everything by color, but the second box I opened was full of bags containing pieces of cut material. Alabama/Auburn colors cut into small pieces for a double ring wedding pattern do not match horse squares of brown and orange, nor 2" hot pink squares with grey stripes and white elephants or green flannel. Bobby says I should just make a crazy quilt, but I think that would be too crazy for even the craziest person. Regardless, I am now on day three of cleaning and sorting from that room. I am now on a fabric moratorium (I cannot buy any more new fabric) through the end of the year, at least, and I am taking Bobby's challenge to finish two projects for every new one I start (Disclaimer: in the sewing room...this does not count toward the yard, the garden, or the house). My Mom laughed when I told her and said she wanted a text message or a phone call as proof when that actually happened.
The only down side to all this cleaning and sorting is that my visual senses are overly stimulated and my creative juices are dripping and drooling. It takes everything within me to keep working and not stop and start on one of the many projects I've planned and prepared for "when I have time".
Meanwhile, we're one week down with turning goose eggs in the incubator. 21 more days to go!
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