My stash is a store or supply of fabric, typically fabric that is kept hidden or secret. To be pulled out to form that garment needed for that special occasion. My stash that is always handy to sew together a quilt or hat. When is it too much fabric? Will it ever be used?
Fabric tucked in cedar chest folded as a great antiqued treasure. Yet other fabric that are in clear and sealed containers; perfectly stacked.
What good is it to wait for some great sewing frenzy. I chuckle.
Have I become a fabric hoarder, holding on to fabric for just in case?
It’s time to release.
I cringe at the thought of throwing such gems in the garbage.
Do I?
It’s time to release.
Someone surely needs fabric. Surely someone needs to add to their stash. I giggle.
Yet still what if all the fabric stores shut down and there is a famine in fabric. I will not be naked. I laugh out loud.
My stash remains. Resolved.
SEW WHAT EXPERIENCE 