The Daze of Fabric

In the distance I heard the happy tune of my iphone, the one reserved just for Jon.  My phone was only a few feet away, but my head was in the daze of fabric.   Knowing it was Jon, I gave my usual greeting of “Hello handsome”,  but I was still seeing the last few pieces of fabric I folded and I had a hard time concentrating on what Jon’s voice on the other end of the phone was saying.  I was deciding where the pile of fabric in front of me should go as  I mumbled what I thought was the right answer and then I actually  heard Jon ask “Are you okay”.   I told him where my head was and he got it, said something about food and I knew he was thinking about getting our lunch from the Round House.  I don’t know how he does it, but he actually thinks about lunch before it’s time to eat, bless him.

Anyway, I’m sorting through all of my fabric, getting rid of some of the old stuff I haven’t used in years, going through  boxes of fabric people have sent me that  I haven’t had the chance look through yet, and arranging it on my shelves.  So far my piles go like this.  Stuff I really like.  Bit pieces for backing.  Small pieces of prints that are okay, but nothing special.  Fabric with pictures on it. Hand made stuff. Fabric that looks old, soft and faded.   And solid colors.

I’m planning on getting back to work tomorrow, so I would love to be able to finish all this sorting today.  I imagine by sometime this afternoon, I’ll just be taking armfuls of fabric out of boxes and bags and shoving it into shelves, just to get it done.   But until then, my head is occupying a different space.  A space filled with color, pattern and texture.   And piles and piles of fabric.