At the last free swap, I made a beeline for a lady I knew was a source of fabric. She passed me the two bags of it that she had brought, and I took them away unopened.
Score!
There is nothing more fun than washing and ironing out a whole pile of new fabric.
Several were a whole yard or two, best suited for sashing or future-grandbaby dresses. But my favorite part of the deal actually isn't the large pieces. I like the little scraps and strings the best! They keep me calm for a long time, washing, sorting, ironing, and arranging in my string box.
That one little chunk of quilt-shop quality butterfly fabric was easily the coolest piece in the two bags.
See, I have a new ironing board cover! Isn't it pretty? Especially compared to the old one which was burned and stained, but still had its picture posted all over on the internet.
There's my box of scraps, revitalized with fresh stock.
