This, it strikes me, often happens this time of year. Even though I’m not watching the World Series, I know that I have sorted and stacked the stash other years while watching the end of the baseball season. Right now the ironing board is covered with stacks of folded fabric waiting to go back into the right cubbies and then what shall I do with all that miscellaneous non-cotton-quilty sort of fabric? No idea.
Among other things found tonight:
long ago clipped to the front of the cubbies and worth remembering.
