One of the things I love about reading quilting blogs is seeing other people's fabric stashes. There are some epic stashes out there (note: mine is not one of them), and I'm a little bit jealous every time I see shelves lined with literally hundreds of yards of beautiful fabrics. Slowly but surely, I've been amassing a little collection of my own...and it's grown to a point where I can actually consult my stash prior to a project. (The alternative? Going fabric shopping every time I want to do something. Yuck....)
It's certainly a baby stash--and needs some more time to mature and grow--but it's a stash none the less...and I love having it. Tonight, I wanted to pull some fabrics for a Christmas gift, and I decided to [finally] color code the group. Ian was an exceptional help...and he was quite insistent on some of the fabrics when we disagreed. ("Actually, I think this one should go with the greens." Not seeing the harm, I just went with it.) Also? Somehow, Joe managed to sleep through this process. That man can sleep like a log in the unlikeliest of places....yet during the most quiet times, he needs earplugs. I find that sort of confusing endearing. You?
4 comments:
My uncle worked at a fabric shop in high school and scored some free fabric for my grandma. She still has it, and uses it for baby quilts.
My uncle is 57 years old.
Do with that what you will :)
That is a beautiful stash, Jen. You should be proud.
I am going to have to share this post with my husband. He thinks my yarn stash is an unnatural occurrence.
See, if I had a stash, I think I would sew more. The thought of buying fabric just freaks me out, which is half the reason I don't sew! Gah.
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