We spent the last several days, our spring break, with my parents. While there my mother said, “I have something to show you, but I don’t want you to be overwhelmed.”
She took me upstairs and showed me about 10 large plastic totes. Full. Of. Fabric.
“That’s not all.”
So, we went to the shed where there were six more large plastic totes. Full. Of. Fabric.
Not to mention the totes of patterns, notions and gadgets.
“Where did this come from?” I asked. Overwhelmed.
“Well, we met this woman and went to visit her a time or two. And she introduced us to her boyfriend. In the course of conversation he mentioned that his mother had recently died, and she was a quilter. When we said that our daughter is a quilter, he said that he had some things of hers that he would like to have go to a good home. So we brought it here. Two truckloads.”
WOW! I sorted through a small portion of it and brought home this much. For now.
All kinds of fabric. Large pieces for backs, one that happens to be perfect for the Calico Rose quilt I am working on right now. Fat quarters. Scraps. And 6 unfinished projects that I should be able to complete fairly easily for charitable purposes.
Not all the fabric will even come here, let alone stay here. It is too much. I don’t believe that “she who dies with the most fabric wins.” But, I am grateful for my parent’s acquaintance’s boyfriend’s mother’s stash. I will put a good portion of it to good use.