After finishing a quilt top, as was the case last week with the dinosaur quilt, I like nothing better than to buzz around the attic, tidying up all the mess that was made during the quilt’s construction.  Fabric that was pulled from stash in a moment of creative genius is refolded and put back into colour order; the sewing machine is de-linted and oiled; even the cutting mat is given the once-over with a piece of rolled up packing tape, lest any persistent threads remain behind.  As pleasurable as all these “chores” may be, my favoruite thing is emptying the bin that sits on the floor next to be.  No useable scrap ever makes it in there, but the rainbow confetti that cascades out of it at the end of a piecing project makes me (if such a thing is possible) love fabric even more.