One Saturday, I was standing in line at the quilt shop and struck up a conversation with a nice woman who seemed to share my taste in fabric. A number of the bolts in my cart were her favorites and visa versa. After we’d chatted for a few minutes, the conversation came around to our stashes.
She admitted to me that she hid most of her stash from her husband, secreting it away under beds and in plastic storage tubs in closets. She also admitted that she was beginning to forget which fabrics she already has, sometimes accidentally buying duplicates.
This started me thinking about my own situation. I have problems with full disclosure too. My stash has spread all over the house, and it’s outgrowing spaces that less than a year ago I’d have though were generous.
So, How Much of a Stash Is Too Much?
When I first started quilting, I lusted after the stash and scraps of other quilters, imagining an Aladdin’s cave of fabrics, notions, thread, buttons, and ribbon. It seemed to me that the more experienced quilters would always have superior quilts because of their obvious skill, and because they had so much fabric to choose from.
How can a beginner have a chance of creating anything as rich or complex as someone who has been quilting for a few decades and has drawers and drawers full of fabric at his or her fingertips?
My solution? I spent a couple of years finding deals on fabric-by-the-yard. Some retailers will sell odd cuts, bolt ends, and returns at bargin prices. These fabric pieces are large enough to use for piecing and appliqué, add variety to my stash, and make me feel rich – abundantly rich. It’s true that most of them aren’t from the top mills, but they are quality 100% cotton fabrics.
After investing in this kind of variety, I moved on to more expensive fabric, opting for good manufacturers of batiks and the like, offered by online outlets that provide a discount but require a one yard minimum cut of each fabric.
Now I have an embarrassment of riches, and have started wondering when to say stop. Ever? The nice woman at the quilt shop is letting her memory be her guide. When she can’t remember what she has, it’s time to start reevaluating her stash – in her book, anyway. What about you?
As long as I can remember the fabrics in my closets and cubbyholes, can I keep hoarding? Should any of this fabric acquisition bear a relationship to my ability to use it all before I die?
You tell me. How much is too much? Or is it ever too much if you can afford it, and it makes you happy?