OK, I’ve just been looking around my studio…………You know that phrase “She who dies with the most fabric wins”? Well, there’s no doubt that I’m a contender! Seriously. Everywhere I look, there’s fabric. Batiks, reproductions (Civil War and 30’s!), florals, plaids, stripes, polka dots, juvenile, latest and greatest, oldies but goodies, pre-cuts, yardage…………..FABRIC!!! Every color of the rainbow. Most organized (in some fashion). Some, well, not-so-much.
Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I’m crazy about my fabric! Every time I cut into a new (or newly- discovered-in-my-stash) piece of fabric, I get that rush – that feeling of anticipation as to how this piece will work into whatever project I’m dreaming up at that moment. Visual and tactile joy! Creative electricity! Fiber bliss! I don’t even mind the “fiber fuzz” that accumulates over time. It’s just one more piece of evidence that my passion is alive and well.
Can I possibly live long enough to go through my stash? Sure – If I live to be 397 years old, give or take. But, if I don’t, who cares? I’m a contender for that prestigious award, remember? (Though I can’t help but think, as I gaze at my stash, that the real winner will be the quilter that first arrives at my studio after I’ve transitioned to the Quilt Studio of the Great Beyond.)
On second thought: Perhaps I should just get back to work………….. 🙂