Every time I go into our room to clean up so I can sew, I start pulling more and more stuff "to-do" piles out. I am overwhelmed with possibility. It is, of course, the danger of collecting fabric (or whatever). It can be hard to part with it all. It is ridiculous. Ann and I went to the Antique Expo this weekend and I renewed my resolve to be the kind of person who can let go of stuff easily. Do you want it? It's yours. It's in perfect condition, will I keep it that way? Probably not and that's all right. Use it or lose it, girl. In my heart, I am a collector. But in my day-to-day life it makes me crazy. I wish it wasn't so.
Baby steps, then. I pulled a bunch of thrifted quilt blocks from my pile and sewed them, double-sided, into quick pillow covers. They were destined for the trash when my friend Megan rescued them from the Goodwill Bins. They are perfect for outdoor use and I do not feel bad when Manny cuddles up with them in the grass or uses them as beds for his baby dirt clods.
What do you collect? Are they things you use, or do you save them to pass down? Does it change over time? Do you get tired of things and get rid of them all at once?
Back to the piles. There are things to be liberated and these pillows did not get me very far.
