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Spring Clean Bin Final Count

I've finally finished going through my stash, and in the end I was able to empty thirty bins, which I stacked up so I could take this atta-girl pic. One was filled with yarn, and three with old books, but the rest were packed with fabric and craft supplies. Mostly fabric, I'm sorry to say. What I decided to keep fit into five bins, which is still a lot, but way better than thirty. All of the unwanted fabric went to our local Goodwill, where I know a lot of quilters in the area do shop for fabric, so it has another chance to be made into something.

Some surprises I found during this project:

Ten brand new spools of Holographic Sulky, including one in a rose color that I can't find at the shops here anymore. I had them in a couple of project bags that I tucked away and never got back to.

A brand new disappearing ink marker and a couple of old ones; also stashed with various old projects. I'll have to test the latter to make sure they still work.

My old Chococat needle case, in which I stored all my hand and machine needles -- it was packed with all the needles I had stashed, too. This went missing a couple years ago. I am so happy I found it; some of these needles are really expensive.

It wasn't easy to do this, and I probably kept more fabric than I should have, but I think reducing my stash by almost 75% made it totally worth the effort. I've also decided not to buy any more new fabric until I use up at least half of what I've kept.

Also, and I think this is important, unless something drastic happens here that I feel I need to share, the blog will be a COVID-19 free zone for the duration. But if you need to someone to talk to via e-mail, for any reason, I'm here. Just shoot me a note at LynnViehl@aol.com.

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nightsmusic said…
What a treasure! I have a bunch of boxes like this in the storage above the garage, but it's much too cold for me up there right now because there's no insulation and it's not heated. My plan in the spring is to get a Bagster, take a chair up there and start going through things. I won't get rid of my books. But there's just so much other stuff. Junk that can be tossed, stuff I haven't looked at in forever, leaded glass equipment I'd like to find a home for because I probably won't do that anymore...maybe I'll find my mother's button jar. I thought it might have gotten tossed when we moved. I sure hope not. Only time will tell. I'll donate as much as I can though and then chuck the rest because I don't want to bother with a garage sale.
March 14, 2020 at 11:59 AM
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