Yesterday the kids and I dropped off another 3 trash bags full of stuff at the thrift store. And just outside the parking lot I spotted a sign that read "really cool yard sale".
The first time I drove past it because there was no place to park. We swung back around and found a place to park.
And then Sammi had a poopy diaper.
By now I was boiling hot and Jack was whining and I was thinking Lordy, I just got rid of all this crap, we should just go home! But my little voice was saying "fabric fabric fabric" even though it looked like all kid stuff.
Sure enough, there were 2 bins full of fabric.
Don't let the looks of this pile fool you. This was almost a full trash bag of fabric. And the picture is blurry because I was DYING to sort it.
The keep pile is small.
And it's mostly scraps.
But honestly, I love scraps. A 5 inch square of a really good vintage fabric makes my heart sing.
How could I have left that there?
And she said there was more.
A lot more.
I left a phone number, just in case she might call. (They never do though.)
But I do honestly believe I should get off the computer and dial 1-800-fabricaholics.
I clearly need a 12 step program.