In a Fabric Muddle

A post I started without energy to publish.
That day.....

The lovely snowy day with bright sun and Carolina blue skies
The snow that started at 3am...enough for the cousins to get a picture.
By one pm it was totally gone.

My girl left that morning in a white Lyft car in the snow

She met her man in Seattle and headed out for tin whistle sessions. 

They have chosen Portland, Oregon over Seattle for the COL and the charm.

I had some tears but mostly I am empowered by her visit

I have not heard from our Bea in two months
That does not bode well for  her lung cancer diagnosis.
Bea, I so miss chatting with you.

Now a thought on fabric.  My collection spans 50 years,
Why...because I love it so.  I keep it all but what I give to friends.
Looking at it takes me back to where I bought it and when.
It takes me back to wonderful memories...Of my travels and Mae's discount fabric in Miami.
Of my friends I have sewn with over the years, of my grandmother.
I love to pat it, organize it, cut it, sew it and admire it.
Home bound with shoulder recovery, I have had a lot
of time to think about life, about,fabric, about, age and such.

I have not been able to throw myself into sewing. My shoulder forbids. it.
 My beautiful collection just sits to be admired.
Part of the problem is that I still struggle with cutting into my favorites... I have a lot of favorites.
I wonder now at my age how it will all go down.
Will I still have a chance to cut my favorites?
I know that I have enjoyed my stash.
My fabric has been an anchor when all else seemed to be gone.
Quilting is my meditation.
Just thinking now...when I heal, will I look at it with different eyes.?.
Me think I should put it in my will...
. I have enjoyed my fabric soooo much without cutting it...
My daughter and sister and fabric friends should take it and love it too.
 They can cut it all up for quilts to make people happy or,
they too can just admire it!!!