{"id":383,"date":"2010-05-30T15:05:19","date_gmt":"2010-05-30T15:05:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.com\/?p=383"},"modified":"2010-05-30T15:16:35","modified_gmt":"2010-05-30T15:16:35","slug":"the-battle-of-the-stash","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.net\/?p=383","title":{"rendered":"The battle of the stash"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a target=\"_blank\" href=\"http:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/133.jpg\" ><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-387\" title=\"1\" src=\"http:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/133.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"450\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/133.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/133-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m still plodding along making <em>Whirligig<\/em> blocks &#8211; lots of Flying Geese and Hourglass blocks. I seem to be using such a lot of fabric &#8211; all from my stash &#8211; and it&#8217;s incredibly satisfying. I think I actually feel virtuous. That doesn&#8217;t happen very often \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n<p>However, I have noticed something very strange. Maybe this is something that you have come across too. Although I have taken yards and yards and yards of fabric out of my stash cupboard, the contents of the cupboard still look the same. I have a big pile of fabric on the floor and yet when I look at the cupboard, to be perfectly honest I can hardly see where the fabric came from and it&#8217;s starting to disconcert me a little. I&#8217;m not altogether convinced that when I fold up all the pieces I haven&#8217;t used I will be able to fit them back in again. This stash is scary&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Don\u2019t tell me, I know. Owning a stash is one of the defining features of a quilter. It goes hand in hand with backache, dubious eyesight, hunched shoulders and that manic glint which flits across the face at the mere mention of a fabric shop within a twenty mile radius. Add a seriously depleted bank balance; wardrobes full of little squitty bits of fabric; books, books and more books and thread in every colour from magenta to lime green. It is part and parcel of who we as quilters are.<\/p>\n<p>My stash is beginning to worry me \u2013 I dare not work out just how many yards there actually are lurking in the wardrobe. My goal is to use it all before I die, but I now see that somewhere along the line I have miscalculated. Even if I had the time to quilt constantly, I think I\u2019m now fighting a losing battle. The stash is going to win. And what\u2019s worse, I can\u2019t even remember how it got to this state.<\/p>\n<p>What if we ever have to move house? If I box it all up, Peter will realize that, even with a rudimentary knowledge of fabric pricing, this lot is probably equivalent to a kitchen extension. Guilt will out.<\/p>\n<p>A while ago &#8211; probably the last time the stash scared the doodah out of me &#8211; I volunteered to make a squillion lavender bags for the church bazaar, thinking that would get things down to manageable levels. I recruited my daughters (tempted by the thrill of using a sewing machine) to make the darned things \u2013 and they worked their socks off, they really did, for days\u2026 but when I went back to the wardrobe afterwards I realized that I couldn\u2019t even tell where the fabric had gone from.<\/p>\n<p>I am filled with admiration for my quilting Canadian sister-in-law, who manages only to buy fabric for her latest project. Can you imagine? A quilter who makes beautiful quilts and who has the self-discipline not to have a stash \u2013 or only a baby stash in a cardboard box.<\/p>\n<p>Of course this means that she is missing out on one of the true pleasures of the stashaholic. The day when I embark on a new quilt made using only fabrics I already possess. Is there anything better than the wonderful feeling of using up the stash? I&#8217;m right there now as I write &#8211; and it truly is heaven.<\/p>\n<p>The exhilaration of finally cutting slices out of the gorgeous fabric I bought 15 years ago in New England and have saved for something really special; the snippets of glorious silks found cheap in a San Francisco fabric emporium more years ago than I will admit to; the wacky fabric I dyed myself late at night when my non-sleeping babies had finally zonked out. The fabrics which I have stroked for years and dreamed about what wonderful things I could transform them into.<\/p>\n<p>What would quilting be without a stash, &#8211; indeed is it even truly possible to be a quilter without a stash?<\/p>\n<p>I guess I can live with the guilt,<\/p>\n<p>happy stitching!<\/p>\n<p>Helen<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m still plodding along making Whirligig blocks &#8211; lots of Flying Geese and Hourglass blocks. I seem to be using such a lot of fabric &#8211; all from my stash &#8211; and it&#8217;s incredibly satisfying. I think I actually feel virtuous. That doesn&#8217;t happen very often \ud83d\ude42 However, I have noticed something very strange. 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