We donated enough three ring binders to my granddaughter's school to provide all the incoming kindergarteners with their portfolio binders at no charge, plus binder clips, book ends, file folders, pens and pencils and paper for the teachers. My SIL drove over twice with the back of the station wagon full.
This was not surprising because we had over 100 people in our location two years ago, but when we moved out we were down to about 60. So there was a lot of stuff sitting in desks and file cabinets. The other location we merged with was about the same. So putting things away yesterday involved cramming and being creative! All conference rooms have their own supply of supplies... is that a redundancy or an oxymoron? Oh well, we don't have to buy some things until next fiscal year!
I brought all my personal things home because the movers would not be responsible for lamps, pictures of relatives, or chotchkies. Combined with the fact that we're painting the two upstairs bedrooms and having carpeting installed makes our garage look like a warehouse.
SO--- imagine what I was thinking when I got this call last weekend:
"Hi, Sue, what are you doing Tuesday night? Can you come to church at 6:30? Someone donated 11 boxes of fabric to the quilting group and we have to go through it."
Hmmm... 11 boxes. Big boxes or small? Of fabric. Could be anything. Could be good. Could be junk.
So I met the other ladies in the Loving Hands Quilt Group after work, and got the answer.
Six of the boxes were pretty good sized. The other five were wide but only about six inches deep. They were all full of samples of drapery and upholstery fabric.
OK, not what we normally use for quilting!! I guess when some people say fabric, it's a generic, all-encompassing term like paper or fish.
Today we worked on our quilt projects after church, and Jean came in to look through the boxes we set aside for her. She kept commenting on how pretty things were, and asking me if I didn't want to look at some of her rejects. Nope!! Not looking!! I know they're lovely but I cannot. I. Cannot. Bring. Home. One. More. Scrap.