Back in the fall I shared this post about a fairly significant room swap in our home. The entire thing was prompted by an extended grandparent visit (which was truly lovely and yielded some beautiful items from my mom, who parked herself on the couch beside a very happy miniature dachshund and knit and knit and knit!). After my parents returned home to Ontario, it was a slow process establishing D in her new bedroom (my former sewing room) and transferring all of my stuff two floors up to her former bedroom. There was a lot of 'transition' time with dismantled IKEA furniture stacked against hallway walls, boxes of folded fabric stacked in corners, 4 days of drywall repair and painting and let's not forget Christmas.
Fortunately, B was able to take a full two week holiday - this was our chance to get 'er done! Posts have been sparse here at Poppyprint because I made a commitment to myself that I would not start sewing again until I was properly set up. I feared that once I got started into projects, all unpacking would grind to a halt and I'd be living in a disaster zone for months. I can tell you that sorting and refolding 12 years of fabric accumulation brought on some very powerful emotions: fond memories of past projects I loved making, buyers remorse at some seriously questionable fabric acquisitions, satisfaction at seeing my beautiful stash re-established in colour order all neat and tidy. As the dust settled and I felt more and more content in my tiny new room however, the most powerful realization I had was that I am truly happy. And fortunate. And free to create as I please.
It's far from complete. There is a ton of stuff that just doesn't fit that I'm still pondering. I have to decorate the walls with my mini-quilt collection and figure out a window covering (this room faces south and the low winter sun is rare, but blinding!).
Feeling 75% settled, I hatched a master plan to deal with all of the unloved fabric I still have that just doesn't seem 'me' anymore. I admit, some of it is downright ugly, but most is perfectly acceptable and it's all good, quilt-store quality. I already gave tons of fabric away at my last day retreat, however the Big Relocation made me realize that I have so much invested in quilting. I bought all of this fabric for a reason, albeit misguided at times. I want to use it.
This is just a tiny, infinitesimal portion of my 'not me anymore' fabric
If you follow me on Instagram (I'm Poppyprint) you know that my scrap quilt is well and truly underway. A 3-day cutting marathon with my friend Dianne's Accuquilt Go! 2.5" die has yielded thousands of squares of happiness (I have a Go! Baby but Accuquilt doesn't make a 2.5" die despite my begging - jeez, do they not listen to me?). I cannot tell you how happy this project is making me! I swear every little 2.5" square has a memory for me. This may turn out to be one of my most favourite projects. It feels really indulgent, actually. It is just for me.
I'll be back soon with a post all about my Scrap Vomit progress.