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January 12, 2005 - I spent part of yesterday sorting and then filling out insurance forms. I really hate bureaucratic paperwork but someone has to do it and that someone is me. Blech! I rewarded myself by working on my Snowbound blocks in the afternoon. I've finished appliqu�ing some tree blocks and began choosing fabrics for a block showing children in snowsuits and a house and a couple of trees and a snowman. And a cat. But I don't particularly like the way the cat looks so I'm using a different cat pattern. I especially like searching for just the right fabric for each piece. Of course, I have boxes and boxes of fabrics and naturally they're not organized. I've tried. Really I have. But then I get in a hurry hunting for a particular fabric I bought oh, five or ten or maybe even fifteen years before. I know I have it somewhere but where? And I always save the smallest scraps, especially of my most favorite fabrics and I hesitate using the very last piece of one I particularly like. What is it with quilters and fabric anyway?
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