I used to be like that, with bins and bins of fabric that were just taking up space. I gave them to a friend who was just starting out. She was glad to have them and it lifted a burden of guilt from my shoulders. Win-win! I still like to look at (and touch) fabric, but don't buy unless I know what I am making with it. Sigh....Believe it or not, all the fabrics came from one ladie's personal stash! We didn't have to buy any at all! Enough for 40, 12 inch blocks and still more left over! These ladies are hard core!
I love your self discipline!I used to be like that, with bins and bins of fabric that were just taking up space. I gave them to a friend who was just starting out. She was glad to have them and it lifted a burden of guilt from my shoulders. Win-win! I still like to look at (and touch) fabric, but don't buy unless I know what I am making with it. Sigh....
Wonderful idea to remember those veterans. I wish I could sew. Keep up the good work. God Bless.View attachment 144124 Not Civil War related but just thought I'd share. Moderators please remove if not allowed.
I belong to two quilting clubs that make and donate quilts to elderly or disabled veterans. The clubs ask for us to work on the blocks and then turn them in to be put together and presented when completed. This is my first year volunteering to help. Half square triangles are featured in the design! Still have to finish the block design but I think I'm off to a good start!View attachment 144123
What a wonderful story! Thanks for sharing Annie! The bolt sticking through the car window is priceless! Thank goodness you stopped by that day!You fabric lovers are wonderful! Mom was one so I'm recognizing the devotion. She had tubs and tubs and trunks and cardboard boxes- hers finally went to the church women who met weekly to sew quilts for families who could use the warmth.
Funniest morning of my life ( still makes me laugh ), Mom was away dealing with family stuff, Dad home alone. I drove to their house just to say hi, maybe see how he was doing. Got there around 8 a.m. to find Dad as excited as I'd ever seen him, the old SAAB hatchback open. Fabric everywhere, boxes on all the seats, an entire bolt sticking out a window, one on the ground, so much the hatchback wouldn't close. I said " ????? ". He was on his way to give Mom's hoard to Goodwill on the grounds she wouldn't miss it and would never use all of it anyway and he wasn't allowed to touch it if she was there. She wasn't so... . Spent a good hour bargaining him down to a few boxes, for the sake of his marriage.