Time slips away so quickly these days, it's hard to schedule regular blog posts. But I sort of have an excuse; I'm completely obsessed with cutting up my fabric. It's hard to stop and do all my other chores, because the only thing I want to do is zip the rotary cutter through all these pieces until there's nothing left to put back in the drawer.
Why the grim determination to clear all these small pieces out of the stash? Well, I sort of went mad one day, and ordered about 20 yards of fabric online. It was a moment of utter insanity, and I'm not proud of it, but I can't take it back, so I'll have to live with it once the parcels start arriving. However, I don't like the thought of trying to cram new fabric into the drawers that are already bulging at the seams, so I'm trying to whittle the stash down a little.
I weeded out snippets and strips and bits less than an eighth of a metre, 800grams worth, which translates to about 6 metres; then I got ruthless and pulled out lengths and FQs that I hadn't ever cut into. If I didn't love it, then I needed to get rid of it. I'm going to make some pieced backings out of those bits.
Most big projects look much worse before the good results are visible, and my sewing room is a pit, a shambles, a teetering stack of remnants. But I can see progress, room in the drawers for my new fabric, and a steady pile of pieces ready to be sewn into the block of the moment on the design wall.
I've been sewing late at night, with lots of coffee to keep me going. Last night I was clipping the little dog ears off my triangles, and throwing them into the pretty cup that stops them migrating all over the sewing room.
It ws inevitable that I was going to get tired and throw them in the wrong cup; when it finally happened I figured it was a sign that I needed to go to bed. What a waste of good coffee!