The fabric stash.
It can be a joy or a curse, depending. I have a hard time throwing things away at the best of times, but especially fabric. I’m convinced that even the smallest pieces can come in handy at a later date, and I’m sure they’ll put that in my eulogy after I’m buried under a leaning tower of textiles.
Thanks for the outpouring of love last week. I appreciated everyone who felt strongly about everything and made a point to get in touch. It was a good boost and got me feeling sew happy. I managed to get some time put aside to do something quick and fun.
Let’s get crackin’…
Setting: Shannon’s apartment