It’s heart wrenching to “de-stash” my stash of
and all the goodies forwarded to me over the years.
While going through it all, I dream ~ a lot ~ of what I could make with this and that.
But then I ask myself, why?
Why do I make things?
I remind myself how much I love to sew
So through the tears of letting go and sorting into stacks for this person or this group or this project for whatever reason or cause, I’ve made some life-changing decisions.
Really, it’s a re-focus.
It’s time to move on.