On Friday afternoon I started working on a few little projects, and somewhere in the middle of that I decided that I was going to start one very very large one. And two days after the small one is finished, the large one is still all over my living room, but not in a good way. I kind of decided to wash all of my fabric. Well, not ALL of it, this is only about 20 percent of my stash. This all came off of two shelves (and one giant pile of unshelved fabric on the floor). This doesn’t count the other 8 shelves, and the giant bin of sheets. But those are already washed, for the most part. And there’s a story about that.
I inherited a lot of fabric from my mom last fall. Her water heater created a massive flood in her basement and most of her fabric was stored down there in cardboard boxes. We laid everything out in her backyard to dry out, and then the next day we sorted through what she wanted to keep and what she wasn’t going to use. And I took everything home and did 17 loads of laundry in my big front loader machines to make sure nothing was moldy or smelly. And then I folded it all up and took what she wanted to keep back to my mom. And then I sorted through her castoffs and made my own pile of castoffs, which I ran by another sewing friend before they were donated. Most of that inherited fabric is knits and corduroy, with a few bits of cotton, but not much. This giant mess on my living room floor is all my “quilters cotton.” Only I am not really a quilter. I mean, I have made quilts, several of them actually. But I mostly make other things. And I prefer my fabric washed when I am making clothes or something. So while I was waiting for my fabric for my two small projects to finish washing so I could start them I decided that I was just going to wash everything. And I am grateful for those big front loaders we splurged on three years ago.
That first pic is all of my fabric after I washed it. Yeah, I just dropped it in piles on the floor. I’m organized like that. Last weekend was all about washing fabric. And this week is going to be all about folding and reorganizing fabric. Yesterday I got nearly all of it pressed and laid out in a giant stack on the back of my couch. And as I trimmed off string balls, Creamie gathered them up. Then she put them in her little frying pan and made pancakes with them. And she set out a little picnic for my lunch. And she has never been so proud as when I sat down with her for a little tea party. Man, I love that girl.