I just want to toss up a warning about the Chinese movie August Never Ends, which is well-acted but so depressing I had to stop watching it about halfway through, as I saw where it was heading. The poster for it is completely wrong; those girls should not be smiling. Also, I admit I fast-forwarded to the end to find out how it all turned out, and that was worse than what I was able to watch. This film just stomps all over romance, mothers and daughters, best friends, and fidelity, and leaves you wondering why anyone ever bothers with any of it. Anyway, you have been warned.
This was my fabric stash once I sorted everything -- 22 full bins. I spent a day taking out and boxing up what I could part with, with the goal of trying to reduce it by half, so I'd have 11 bins. I was very strict with myself, and removed everything that for one reason or another I was sure I wouldn't be able to use. This is what I ended up with -- 12 bins of fabric that I'm keeping. It's not quite half, but close enough. Half of what I took out went to a local quilter friend, a school and Goodwill. These four tightly-packed bins will be going to the local quilting guild once I make arrangements with them for a drop-off place. I am relieved and a little sad and now determined to control my impulses to thrift more fabric. I don't want to do this again, so until I use up six bins, I can't for any reason bring any new fabric into the house.
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