We've all got it, fabric we love so much we never use it. Other than the occasional fondle why do we buy it then? So today I sucked up my courage and cut some small bits from my precious Heather Ross stash.
I starched, and I cut some of those squares into triangles, and eventually I got to the sewing bit.
Five down, eleven to go. Cutting my Heather Ross has not been near as traumatic as I thought it would be. Do you have fabric you never touch for fear of using it up and never being able to admire it in your stash again?