... metaphorically speaking, that is. My mother's stash has been creeping from the dining room ... where I still have the doll-making items spread over the dining room table and various bins and boxes as yet unpacked spread on the floor ... into the living room where I am sorting and photographing the laces, cords, braids and other trims. I am hoping to post photos for that giveaway tomorrow but the whole process is taken so much longer than I anticipated.
So far, I have found very little that I wish to keep ... either because I already have a sufficient quantity of the items in question or because my tastes and Mom's differ somewhat ... mine tending toward country/primitive and hers tending toward traditional and Victorian.
The worst part of it all is that I have no time for stitching ... spending all my free time sorting and cataloging and photographing. Mom was very cunning: she told me she just had a few bags and boxes ["oh, not more than 4 or 5"]. I should have known better - after all, this woman has been gently stretching the truth for all the 59 years I have known her and no doubt for the 20 or so years before that as well! She wanted to clean out her house into mine ... and, fool that I am, I let her. My husband is still grumbling about it ... he just doesn't understand the mother-daughter dynamic at work here. The wonderful thing about Mom is that she honestly believes she did a lovely thing for me ... and, even if I come up with no more than one shoe box full of stash I will keep, I am inclined to agree with her. We are that much alike in our thinking processes ... we credit the intention of the giver even if the gift itself doesn't always please. And I keep telling myself, that once Project Mom's Stash Giveaway is done, she will have made many many other people happy as well!