Meet the skeletons in my closet.
I finally pulled them out.
There are a few ways I can look at this...
1. I am a collector of fabric. A connoisseur of textiles. Quite possibly a hoarder.
2. I have single-handedly kept many small fabric stores across the country in business! And now I can open my own store! Which will help supplement my wallet...to buy more fabric!
3. I have lots of good ideas, but perhaps a little bit less time...or motivation...to get them done than I thought I did when I bought the fabric in the first place.
Looking at these skeletons of my ideas made me quite sad, really. Every pretty parcel of fabric was purchased for a purpose, for a project, for a greater good other than to be folded neatly, arranged chromatically, and stored in a plastic bin in my closet.
So I'll just have to get busy.
I also cannot help but see a life metaphor in all this cotton (satin, tulle, chiffon, linen, flannel, fleece, and felt).
Perhaps this is the lesson to be learned: that in this New Life I am trying to make for myself, I should focus some more on the "follow through" part of the idea.
Finish what I start.
Measure twice before the final cut.
Accept that the imperfections of a project make it unique.
Know that no matter how simple or complicated, if something is made with love....it will be beautiful.