I did a lot of sorting and organizing in my workroom last summer.
In a box marked Katherine’s quilt were cuts leftover from a quilt I made for Katherine.
Also in there were a stack of log cabin block, the ones pictured above. Why weren’t they a finished top? Several reasons perhaps. First thought, I got tired of making them another I became distracted with another more pressing project.
I put them on my design work wall and decided I was one block short to make an ample sized lap throw of 60″ square. In the container were all the pieces to make more blocks except the last fabric. That would do it. I love making scrappy quilts that don’t match, but when I try to make quilts that actually match, that can be a challenge. I fall in love with a fabric and end up using it in many quilts and then it is gone. So I will resume a search in hopes of making this quilt a bigger size by finding more of that LAST fabric.
I opened three more plastic shoe boxes. Why am I doing this? Is it a new form of therapy? I think it must be. I’ve heard other women do the same thing. What shall I do with myself today — oh yes — I’ll sort.
One box revealed yellow and white blocks sewn into 25 square blocks. I remember making them. I guess I was trying out colors.
Then there were the Purple starts. Not sure what this was about either — test patterns like the old patterns on the TV when it went to sleep at night.
Then I struck it rich with the third box. These were leftovers from a quilt I made as a house warming gift for a dear friend.
This sorting also reminds me of what she said once, “when I don’t know what I am doing I resort to research. It’s what I do to avoid something I need to do.” . . . digging deep. She is a Marriage and Family councilor so I guess this is my therapy.
I have a loft space which could easily be two small bedrooms. I coveted this space and took it over when the pool table left. Little by little I added more stuff to it. There were books, fabric, items that couldn’t find a place in another area of the house. And little by little it got out of control. There were areas that worked but I couldn’t get to them easily. Before I could work I would have to stop and move something.
Then there was the bribe. The big guy would agree to put new flooring down if I would agree to emptying the room. It was a stalemate. One, I told him I didn’t want to do it and you can see why. Two, it was a huge undertaking. He did say he would help. Uh-huh. I warned him that even though I agreed to empty the room don’t count on me getting rid of anything. We packed everything in boxes and the room was empty in three days.
In three weeks almost everything was back in the room. The shelves took up half the room. The floor was beautiful and clean and clear. Now to put thing on the shelves. Because the packing was finished so quickly there was no rhyme or reason to how things went into boxes. I tried to label as I went but even that wasn’t successful.
I took fabric from boxes and plunked it onto shelves. At first I tried to put it in color categories then I gave up. That brings us to March 2015 — two years later. Frustrated with opening and closing boxes to find out what is inside I said ENUF! How am I going to get this back to where I can actually find what I need when I need it? Yes my former workroom was a mess but I knew where everything was.
I started by removing two shelves of fabric. I had a brilliant idea I would sort it into stripes, geometrics, colors, floral, ethnic, regional. I started dividing them into groupings. I looked at what I had and again I said, “What a mess.” I had too many groups — I needed to simplify. I had two empty shelves not TEN. As you saw yesterday I started with hand dyes and black and whites. That emptied two more shelves. From there I could pull from the shelves without sorting on to the table. I decided where to put it by what the color looked like to me first . To that I also added what I had sorted on the table. It wasn’t 100% perfect but it was better than it had been.
Which leave space on other shelves for more sorting.
Open shelves, more space. If I refolded the fabric I would have more space still. That will be another day.
Nature abhors a vacuum — I imagine this vacancy too will soon be gone.