In the middle of the afternoon a few days ago, I all of a sudden began hauling fabric to the dining room table. It looked like this:
Then it began to look like this:
Now it was time to move it back to it's home on the shelves in my sewing/office room:
Truly this is all the fabric I have. And if you believe that, there is a bridge in Brooklyn I'd like to sell you. This is actually only the fabric that folds somewhat easily for the shelves. I also have a drawer full of fabrics for specific projects, more scraps than I care to think of and a basket full of specialty fabrics such as hand-dyes. I'm not complaining. I've seen pictures of way more stash than this. But I do think that this amount qualifies me as a dedicated quilter/sewist.