...until you try to sort through it all. Yesterday was devoted to packing, so naturally, I woke up at around 1:30 PM and proceeded to play on the computer for a couple hours before getting down to business. As I'd recently bought two new plastic bins for fabric, my focus was on finding, folding, and stowing my yardage, while tossing dirty clothes into a laundry bag for later care.
I know I haven't found all the fabric yet, but I'm amazed at how much I've found. I'd forgotten, for example, that I'd bought 15 yards of brown linen, and almost 10 of yellow linen. I was pleased to find most of my raw silk (but I'm still missing my white raw silk, so no Caidan dagged sleeves yet...). Also, I found 5 yards of this ridiculously bright linen, the color of which I can only describe as a strawberry/orange smoothie. I sincerely doubt I could pull off wearing it, and I don't rightly recall why I bought it in the first place, but I'm sure I can find someone to take it off my hands.
I know I haven't found all the fabric yet, but I'm amazed at how much I've found. I'd forgotten, for example, that I'd bought 15 yards of brown linen, and almost 10 of yellow linen. I was pleased to find most of my raw silk (but I'm still missing my white raw silk, so no Caidan dagged sleeves yet...). Also, I found 5 yards of this ridiculously bright linen, the color of which I can only describe as a strawberry/orange smoothie. I sincerely doubt I could pull off wearing it, and I don't rightly recall why I bought it in the first place, but I'm sure I can find someone to take it off my hands.