My friend Susan, who owns the lil' fabric shop known as The Quilter's Block, encouraged me to do a post on fabric preparation. Or, more specifically, how I prepare my fabric for cutting. It may seem a bit more involved than what you are used to, but for me, the benefits far outweigh the time needed. These benefits include ease of handling small pieces and much less fraying.The fabric section can have a stringy bottom, which I quickly trim off, tossing the trimmings into my scrap basket.
I iron a sheet of freezer paper on to my ironing board to keep the spray from soaking in. It also keeps the cover cleaner so I don't have to wash it so much. Then I spray each fabric section and pin it to my design wall to dry overnight. (This process is assisted by the dehumidifier which runs 24/7.)
When the sections are dry, I iron them straight (as shown in previous post). If needed I re-spray any areas that are not stiff enough.
Here is my next stack waiting to be trimmed in to strips and/or squares. The fabric pieces left over after cutting strips go in to a separate bag for string quilting. The basket holds any pieces too small to use. As the basket fills, I dump it in to a box. When the box is full, it will be donated to an art teacher or to the local humane society thrift shop. There are many fiber artists in this area who make paper, do felting, etc. Someone will find a need for the fiber and it won't go in to the landfill. 








Just for grins, I thought you might enjoy seeing my pincushion collection. After all, pincushions are like Lay's Potato Chips, you definitely will want more than one. It never fails that when you are working on your cutting table, your pincushion is over by your sewing machine. Or upstairs, or in your work basket . . . . (You know what I'm talking about.)
And yes, I was serious when I mentioned a contest. You see these two well loved chickens? Well, they do not have names and are in desparate need of one. I know, I know, with my love of fiction, you'd think I could come up with something appropriate. However, my brain is tired so I'm leaving it up to you.
This lovely lady right here. Whom I did name. She's Aunt Bertha and she rules the roost. Bertha wears a steel apron, carries a wooden spoon, and knows how to use it. When she cackles, the whole neighborhood wakes. (Of course, you can make up your own story.)