(Drats! Couldn’t think of an alliterative title today. Oh, the agony! Guess I’m losing my touch. sigh { This was when I titled it Crafty Sewing Room. Thank goodness I kept thinking!})
Comes from being old, plus losing half my mind over the years. I did have 2 kids, you know. ( Someone told me insanity is inheirited, you get it from your kids!)
My Fabric Stash
Long, long ago, this was my dining room, (before Nov. Yes, 6 months is a long time to me! Every day’s a new day, when you’re insane.) Now, it’s my craft/ sewing room. Not that much of either is being done in there right now. Can you imagine if I tried to go in there with my walker? I’d break more bones than just my back!
So annoying. I know I certainly can’t be responsible for all that chaos! Why, I haven’t even been in there since Feb. 22. So, I know I didn’t do it.
And, no, my fabric stash is NOT hoarding! How dare you!! I will use it all! (Someday, in the future, before I die, provided I live to be a very old lady.)
Well, maybe I could organize it a little. Just so it doesn’t become Hoarding Buried Alive, and strangle me in the night.
Some of those fabrics get very cranky when they feel under-appreciated.
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