I have to laugh at some of the excuses I attempt to use, even on myself; “the last quilt I made used small pieces so I’m bound to have more scraps; of course there are more, they were given to you; as crazy as it sounds, I think the fabric is breeding”…the list goes on.

The (difficult to deny) truth is simple; I can’t stop buying fabric!

So, another sort out was needed, this time taking what use to be an immense collective of black, white and grey scraps and separating them into more manageable boxes of black, whites, and greys!

Light could come at the end of this lengthy, fabric-lined tunnel in the shape of this book.  I’ve always been an avid follower of both Amanda Jean’s and Cheryl’s blogs, so perhaps now is the perfect time for this purchase.

Do you have any scrap stories to share?




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.