Things were going along swimmingly, and I only had a few more boxes to empty (and lots more days of organizing) when I fell victim to a bad cold. The day we moved the shelves, the spouse and I went out to breakfast as a treat to build strength for the coming ordeal, and at the next table was a family with a young boy who coughed and coughed throughout the meal. I said to the spouse that I sincerely hoped I would not catch the boy’s cold, but my wish was not granted. I was sick most of this week, and now the spouse is also sick. When the fever was gone, I still puttered around in the sewing room, but sometimes the place just looks worse and worse the closer you get to the goal line. Today I was going to put some fabric away in the cupboards (which are old and cheap and like giant armoires all along one wall), but when I opened the door, the shelves collapsed. This meant that I had to take tons of fabric out and reset the shelves, then reload all the fabric. Yesterday I opened one of the cupboards and my thread rack, which hangs from the cupboard door, finally fell off and all the thread cones flew everywhere. I had to make a quick trip to the fabric store this morning and buy a new thread rack. By the end of today the room was starting to look much better, and I think that tomorrow I can move the cutting table back in. Some day in the future it would be nice to save up and buy new cupboards that have shelves that don’t fall down when you look at them crosswise.
However, today I emptied the last box. My husband is proud that I was as ruthless as I promised to be, and I have lots of fabric and patterns to take to the thrift store. We did make a run there on Saturday with lots of the same, and the manager was really glad to see us. I will go back with another load in a few weeks. Meanwhile, I am eager to start sewing and knitting again. I was surprised though that I had so much ugly fabric in the stash that I didn’t mind getting rid of. Or does fabric just get more ugly as it ages?