To Stash or not to Stash….is that the question?
by Juanita K. Bard (With apologies to Shakespeare’s HAMLET)
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous mis-organization,
Or to take arms against a sea of clutter,
And by opposing end it? To organize?
To give away? To sew not more?
Nay…To sew I must..perchance a new patchwork
Or try a new paper piece pattern,
For who can bear the whips and scorns
Of the ever present 1/2 price sale ads
That makes a calamity of our credit cards.
To file or not to file my patterns,
To group by pastels and darks,
And by organization to say we end
The heartache of rummaging around
For just that right piece of fabric
That our sewing is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To organize…
To conceal in boxes…and boxes galore
In plastic containers that overflow on the floor.
To organize, perchance to achieve it….ay, there’s the rub;
For in that great organization of fabric, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal unorganization,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so organized a sewing room;
For who can bear to whittle down her Stash…
The pangs of that separation of fabric,
To grunt and sweat under the strain
Of not seeing forever the beloved Stash…
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered boxes…from whose boundary
No traveler returns, puzzles the will,
And make us rather think we have
To give to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make swappers of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Gives way to the pale thought and enterprises
Of that great moment with this regard
To our current Stash…Organize…give away!!!
And lose the name of clutter. Soft you now,
Oh, fair quilters… in thy orisons
Be all my Stash remembered.