Yesterday, before I was called to come rescue my daughter from the perils of Throat Loogies, I grabbed a couple plastic bins that were on sale at the grocery store. I have been intending to work on organizing my sewing area (and yes, the loosely phrased "intending to work on" is very, very accurate here) and have been thinking that perhaps I should start organizing my scraps. Seeing as how I have several metric tons, even though I've only made 4 complete quilts, plus a few more quilt tops, in my short career as a quilter.
My first task was to use one of the bins for all the weird jelly rolls I got on eBay so long ago (they turned into this quilt and then the rest of them sat in the bottom of my scrap box until yesterday). I had already pulled out some of them over the weekend to make this:
But brightly colored strips of fabric all in one handy bin only serves to turn my children into magpies. Last night, the bin was closed.
I will, no doubt, be finding these for weeks.
But, hey, guess what? I was taking a picture of my shelves:
to contrast with the shelves I am going to steal from my husband becasue he has not utilized them to my satisfaction:
and I thought I should probably move that big, ugly box:
Hey! What's that on the floor?
I'm guessing it was trying to hide until I had cleaned my damn house.