I had a bout of neuralgia over the weekend and have been unable to do much stitching.
While out of action I turned to the fabric storage situation. Sorting fabrics is a pleasant little job, but it can become a bit of an analytical conundrum if you get too hung up about what should go where. As you know, I keep scraps in clear plastic boxes and everything else in colour-coded piles. The scraps boxes are diminishing quite nicely due to the progress of the scraps quilt blocks.
As you also know, I tend to over-analyse, and I do like things to be organised. Not organised to the point of obsession, but organised at least to the point where I know where to find things easily. Some scraps are immediately identifiable. This, for instance, is clearly a scrap:
Is that a scrap? At about 4″ x 7″ it’s quite small – but about 30 times bigger than that tiny blue floral fragment. And compared with a fat quarter, say, or yardage, then yes, it’s definitely a scrap. So should it live in the plastic box, or should it live in the pile? How will I know where to go looking for it in the future?
And these. Are these scraps?
All over the world there are people making life-and-death decisions: world leaders deciding economic and environmental policy, doctors deciding how to save lives, judges deciding whether someone should die for their crime. And in a small room in a tiny house in a totally ordinary street someone is agonising over where to put a small piece of blue fabric.