Last night before Greg got home from work (11pm) I'd cleaned up the living space and then started a sort of the overwhelming stash of scraps. In making all those pillowcases and quilts for the Give a little Get a GO contest we had several bits and pieces left over. Add to that the bits and pieces we already had... and In Oct. my Aunt gave me a box of scraps that someone dumped on her. There were boxes full, drawers, piles and an overflowing 18 inch rough tote that the cats thought made a nice bed. I tried to Vacuum - and little strings and floatsom would get sucked up and pull out bigger pieces. I stubbed my toes and smacked it with the door.... it had to be dealt with. So in walks Greg.. and my clean floor was covered in little piles of color. We sorted for another 3 hours. Today I envisioned this easy task of slicing and dicing this mess into a manageable pile of usable beauty. 6 hours later my head is pounding, we're both grouchy and we've only tackled the printed reds. The solids are still just one heaping pile of solids! A couple more headache pills, supper and a little time apart... we're resorting one color at a time by the way it needs to be cut. This is getting that bigger stuff out of the way and leaving the little pieces sorted by how it needs to be cut up on the GO cutter. I think it's working better. I have a bin full of Fat Quarters and have marked things out by 1/4, 1/3, 1/2 and 3/4 yards. Anything we thought bigger than a yard is still sitting in it's own heap to be labeled later. I still think we are days away from tackling what I'd thought would've been done in a few hours. So Greg's at the store... he's taking his sweet time and I'm wondering again why I started this mess... surely I could have crammed those bins under something out of the way??
UPDATE: Greg's home and He BOUGHT more FABRIC! Am I having a stroke? I think I'm having a stroke... breathe, remember to breathe! *wheeze, huff, wheeze*
