Normally, when I’m done with a project, I’m feeling like I could strike a victory pose.
Mind you, I don’t always wear a headlamp as I strike the pose; that particular time it was just because I had to wriggle around under the dishwasher to complete my project.
But, tonight, it’s time to confess. It’s time to tell you about the seriously ridiculous discovery that I made after piecing my recent star surround quilt.
Yes, it’s the story that prompted this face instead.
I’m not going to rehash the whole story since I wrote about the star surround complications before. Suffice it to say that I cut a piece of red fabric that I was not supposed to cut on the diagonal, which left the piece 1/4 inch too small on two sides once I sewed it back together. I rampaged through my scrap fabrics to try to find more red from the same dye lot.
I keep my fabric less than 1/2 yard in 3 primary locations:
1) Really small pieces get cut into either 2 inch squares for an eventual postage stamp project, 1 inch strips in case I want to make more book quilts, or 5 inch charms.
2) If the fabric doesn’t fit into any of the categories above but it’s small, I throw it into a general scrap box.
In my search for red, I checked both of those places. I only turned up postage stamps, not enough to fix my mistake.
Notice that I did not check location 3…
Instead, I ripped out many, many seams. Yeah, many seams. I definitely spent a couple hours ripping and trimming.
And, I got the quilt together eventually, and I love it.
Then, I saw the modern Christmas quilt along that I’m going to join. I was so excited that I decided I couldn’t go to sleep without rummaging through my scraps to see what I have on hand to make the quilt.
That’s when I checked out location 3.
I keep my sizable scraps in a filing cabinet drawer. They are organized by color and draped over the edge of file folders (thanks, Pinterest, you organizing guru). Take a close look at the middle of the picture. Yeah, the middle…in the red section.
You probably know where I’m going with this.
I was flabbergasted. I guess I just saw the postage stamp sized red scraps in the crisis moment and figured that was all there was left to the fabric.
But, really, I think there is a bright, shiny lining to the cloud in this story. I have now created the best excuse EVER not to clean my sewing space. If anyone ever questions the mess, I can say, “Well, there was this one time that I got too aggressive about putting fabric away while working on a project…”
And, if any of you want to use my excuse for not cleaning your space, feel free. I’m glad to free you from the obligation that you might feel to clean instead of sew this weekend.