I have fabric. Lots of fabric.
And a large armoire but it was jam-packed.
I had to do what I had to do.
Took me an entire Sunday.
Hundreds of pieces of fabric of varied colors, textures, nicely folded, well organized, the ugliest at the back, the prettiest at the front (how discriminatory, life's unfair).
Happy.
Very, very.
Just gotta keep the rhythm!
P.S. 1: Beloved stepmother just sent me two huge bags of fabric. Where am I supposed to put those? My life is filled with drama, I know :-)
P.S. 2: And no, the bottom shelf is not organized. Will stay like that. Because.
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