Other wise known as how I spent my summer. Just to let you all know in-between working hard on day and night markets, I have had a very cathartic summer.
I don't know if you remember but I keep my stash in an old caravan, well ........... the mice moved in Aghhhh!! my big phobia is mice Urk. So I took advantage of Mum and Dad being here and Dad and DH emptied every single grotty stinky horrid box. Medals for courage were awarded instantly.
After the inital demousing if I am allowed to call it that, Mum and I and the washing machine set to work. I have to say that Mum did most of the sorting and washing Two large packs of cheap washing powder have been used. Of course the ironing was also without end, I am talking about a whole caravan full.
I now have twelve large 70 litre boxes with tight fitting lids and enough fabric to fill twelve more boxes,which I am off to buy on thursday, boxes not fabric.
It has been like finding old friends in some cases, only one piece that I can't actualy work out where it came from and several awful pieces. Mum did object to washing and ironing some of my choicer savings ie. a dustbinliner full of scraps 1 to 2 cms big, well you never know when I might have the urge to do crazy patchwork!!!!
I found five meters of lovely wool in a beige colour that has to go to the drycleaners and thats the only outstanding item that hasn't been cleaned up. I had this piece earmarked for a winter coat but I am not sure how much of it is damaged I will have to wait for the cleaning.
Downside to this is that Dh now has a fair idea how much stash I have, what do you mean you need more !!! Upside is that I now know how much stash I have and I have been able to resort it in a different ways, pieces that I had put away to make waistcoats for example have now been put to make bags, dresses etc and a lovely bit of curtaining has now been designated to make table runners for the stall at christmas time. Better go and buy some linning tho'
All in all it was a good experience apart from the mice. Gold medal for my Mum and her ironing.
Claire in Montréal, France.