It’s a sad day when you are invited to raid another crafter’s home. I didn’t know this woman but friends did and her widower kindly offered to give away her fabric stash and library. I’m not an opportunist, but got more involved in weaving after I acquired equipment, I couldn’t even name, at an auction of another local crafter’s home (raddle and bobbin winder).
In both instances, the saddest items to see were the unfinished works in process. Were they abandoned earlier or still active projects? The family had already gone through everything and this is what they didn’t want.
A baby quilt, which only needs a few seams, with Dresden plates I would probably never make myself.
Or a larger version.
With a separate patch quilt. 
Some patches and more Dresden Plates.
And, what I thought was a reasonable amount of fabric.
This made it imperative to organize my fabric, which had been stuffed into shelves. I try to make it seem as if I don’t have a lot because, not only do I have a store of fabric, there is raw fiber for spinning; spun and purchased yarn for knitting; weaving cotton for weaving; and fabric for quilting. It will be much harder to find my entire stash because it is literally tucked away all over the house. In what appear to be empty suitcases, in an old trunk, in various baskets. I read about one woman who stored her yarn in the “boot” of her car.
All of this made me think of organizing at least my fabric, craft library and weaving cotton.
First, all the fabric went into piles with similar prints or colors.
Then it went back on the shelves with more order. Now if only Tim would straighten out his stuff.
Almost finished projects were kept together and I will piece them in a pinch. In the meantime, I went back to working on my blue and white quilt with a clear head.
Island and North Country Life 