Wednesday I set out to organize my fabric stash, yarn will just have to wait. I pulled out the fabric bins and started sorting. I sorted by colors with piles of fabric mounding nicely. After an hour I my piles were not looking so much like piles. Perhaps they were once piles, now it looked more like a rainbow where the colors had run together. I took a look at what I had and I had 2 garbage bags of unusable scraps. TWO. Why did I continue to save piles of scraps no bigger than 2 inches! I have no idea. Maybe if I was into applique I could have justified this. Since the applique process and I do not get along, I have no clue what I was doing with that many tiny scraps. Ok, so those went out to the actual garbage and not back into the bins. I felt so wasteful. It was as if I would be taken into fabric police headquarters because I had wasted fabric. "Surly that scrap there could be used for something?" I found I had to keep telling myself, "you don't really need a scrap of black that is that small." But, I might. Right? No. No you don't. So on went the sorting.
I had remnants from every quilting project I have ever done. WOW. Now that surprised me. I kept on task and managed to sort all 3 bins. Now instead of 3 large bins I have 9 small bins. I went to put them into my craft closet and they didn't fit!! Hey, now. I took 2 garbage bags out I should have the room. I should have the room and enough room to add more fabric. This was not the outcome I had envisioned. This could be the reason I am not big on organization. Did I truly organize, or did I just shuffle fabric in some random way? Is stash organization just an illusion? Is it an oxymoron? I am not sure. The only thing I know is I should have never thrown out those scraps! It seems as if I must have angered the fabric gods after all.