Sunday, October 11, 2009
Symptoms of Insanity
The moving van is coming in less than two weeks. That means my stash has to be packed. I will be without my stash for two months. I was so distressed over it that husband advised me to a take a picture.
As if I wasn't going to do that, anyway.
My stash is stashed in several places.
Above, are a bunch of my fat quarters.
Here is my neutrals cabinet:
I ended up putting most of my fabric in boxes and clear crates. Here are a few in the closet (mind you, this is mainly just fabric and UFO's - "unfinished objects for the nonquilters among us, i.e., my kids). My tools and books are still waiting to be packed.
It just killed me to put away my batiks. I love they way they look. I keep them in CD cabinets:
And here are the empty CD cabinets. Cold. Empty. Dark.
I forgot to pack Evelyn's Samoyed Webkin.
I keep a lot of my fabric in the cubbies in this hutch. I keep larger pieces in the cabinet, below.
Now --- gone. Packed in a cardboard box. It will be like Christmas when I see them, again. Actually, it may BE Christmas before I see them, again!
Without the pretty fabric, the hutch just looks... cheap.
Oh course, it IS cheap, which is why I bought it in the first place.
I love my stash wall. It just sooths me.
Without my beloved fabric, this looks like a prison or something:
I'm happy to be going home but this isn't easy. I think I'm a hoarder.
I have seven large boxes of just fabric and five large bins of just fabric. I have three large boxes and three smaller plastic bins of UFOs. I have two medium boxes of quilting magazines, two medium boxes of quilting books, two boxes of sewing notions, one box of quilting rulers. I also have a whole cabinet of sewing stuff that will just go on the truck, as is.
I haven't even started on my longarm stuff - thread, patterns and notions.
It is a sickness.
But I am ready for the coming economic collapse. A common justification to buy fabric among quilters is that that they won't have to buy more fabric once they retire and are on a budget. The same reasoning applies if you don't have any money due to a breakdown in the government. Once we get back to Oklahoma, I'm going to get myself a cat to complete the whole picture of the crazy old woman. We'll eat tuna fish and write letters to the county commissioner and our senator about trash dumping on our street.
I am planning to pack up everything but some brights, my Sylvia's Bridal Sampler pattern book (which I couldn't find, earlier), some notions, my small rotary cutting mat, my three good pairs of Gingher scissors (5 inch, 7 inch and 8 inch - no way am I going to risk them being stolen en route!) and my beloved Janome. Everything else goes on the truck. The good printer/copier goes to Oklahoma. If I need to make copies, I'll make due for a couple of months with my old Dell ink jet.
Here are more boxes in a different room.
I am drinking a glass of one of our beer batches in anticipation of the screaming my back is going to do once it realizes I just lifted three tons of treasure.