Beaucoup Blessings

So much has happened since last we spoke...that I hardly know where to begin.
1. Thank you so much for giving so much encouragement to my sister for her wonderful quilts. This has been a life affirming/life changing experience and we are so grateful to y'all, as we say down here. She sold two quilts yesterday and almost sold another, but the buyer decided to wait. Still...What a vote of confidence.
2. Since Dave's most recent accident we decided to sell his car and have already disposed of the wrecked truck. The car was put out in our field along the road with a price and info and sat there, unsold, til he changed his mind about selling it. In the meantime he decided to eliminate one of his medications, which was a massive muscle relaxant, and in about three days I had my Ol' Dave back. I thought he had disappeared forever, but it was just the meds masking his personality. Since he was back to normal, more or less, he felt he could drive again. O geesh. I made a deal that he would only stay here n the mountain (where almost all his crashes happened) and not drive at all at night. So far so good.
Last night at 8:30 just as we were about to go to bed, a couple of cars drove up to the house and he went out to investigate. It turned out to be a whole family of folks who has seen the car last week and hoped it was still available. It is. They bought it and will return today to pick it up. Just like that. Snap! I am sooo happy to have that chapter closed.
3. Back to quilting for the rest of the blog.
After I am finished with piecing the top I like to clear the decks and put away the scraps, which I spent most of Thursday doing. Since I had recently arranged my yardage into colors on the shelves I thought the strips scraps should also be stored by color in their boxes.
When I see it all so neatly arranged it gets me excited to start using it up on a new project. But the experience of doing this also showed me that I HAVE ENOUGH. (Sound familiar?) My shelf system is small but holds plenty of fabric and yarn and I have told myself that I can't let this get out of hand.
When Brooke and I went to clear out our mom's house the event made an indelible impression on me. I can't let myself slip into packrat mode. She was just the side of hoarder-ism and we grew up with the mindset of quantity over quality. It took real concentrated effort to break that mentality in myself. So when I look at my yarn for example, I am content to see it organized and accessible. But there are creeping examples of it coming out of boxes too.

Must be vigilant.
I am showing this to remind myself not to go nuts buying fabric tomorrow at the grand re-opening of Sew Be It, our local (OK it's in Georgia) quilt shop. They have rebuilt after being destroyed in April's tornado.
I am going, but with a short leash.