Ah, Spring

A few days ago I got a wild hair. I emptied one of the two fabric closets. I still have the top shelf to empty. It doesn't count.

The point of all of this is to sort out, straighten out, clean up, tidy up, and get my materials in a newly orderly arrangement. I've been working out of these closets for two many years.

I pull what I need and then jam back what didn't work in a higgledy piggledy manner. Time to clean.

This is just the beginning. I have found one bundle of ivory silk broadcloth. It reminds me that there is a box that has yards and yards of silk broadcloth. I know my daughter sent them when she returned from Thailand.

I have no idea exactly where they are. Time and stamina are what I need. That and a mind that no longer resembles the ball running around in a pinball machine.

The baskets of white fabric, are only a beginning. I know that there is a huge basket of raw silks under the mangle. Oh, well. One day at a time