Fifty-Six Cents Per Yard

I finally got a chance to measure all the fabric in the mystery patchwork lot, and it turned out to be more than I imagined.

Altogether I got three yards of this gorgeous mint condtion vintage gold metallic lightning/rainbow batik fabric, which I discovered now sells for $14.99 a yard. That's $44.97 retail for just those two pieces of fabric.

The fleece and flannels here totalled 5-1/4 yards. The cheapest retail price I could find for the fleece was $10.77. Flannels run about $5.99 a yard, so those two would have cost me $19.47.

Much of the fabric is quilt shop quality, like this lovely yard of Robert Kaufman Fusions #7, which presently retails for $12.99.

I can't put a price on the patchwork. I'm just honored that it came my way, and I'll be happy to finish it.

Adding up all the measurements, the total for the lot was 28.5 yards. I'm comfortable pricing all the fabric I received at $5.00 per yard resale (as indicated above, some are worth a lot more), so that $142.50 worth of fabric. I paid $16.00 for the entire lot, or about fifty-six cents per yard. Thrift your fabric, friends.

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Stuff

After finding this Caron one pound skein of lovely peach yarn in my thrifted lot I raided my stash for two cakes of Mandala in Pegasus, which matches it perfectly. For practice and hand therapy I'm going to make another Worth Street Afghan with this free pattern , but this time I'll use the yarn that was recommended for it plus the one pound skein. I'm not quite ready to do the vintage/recycled linen quilt I had planned (still a bit too nervous about the idea), so I'm going to use some color therapy and make a quilt from these thrifted green fat quarters. I considered doing another Yellow Brick road patchwork pattern, but I might go with a split rail fence like this one.

Journal Find

This is a page from my 2010 poetry journal. My handwriting isn't the best, so I'll transcribe it: If my heart survives to tell all the secrets kept inside it will be an abalone shell in which the beauty did reside. But I think I will always be lost to the tides that rage in me . . . humbling and polishing . . . I don't write many self-portrait poems, but this one isn't too embarrassing. A bit overly dramatic, but the girl I was eleven years ago went through some tough times. I'm in a much more peaceful place today.

The Numbers

Back in March my diabetes doctor changed my medication and encouraged me to alter my diet and exercise more in order to bring down my A1C, which at the time tested out at a dismal 8.3 (normal is 5.8.) So for the next two months I dealt with the increased meds, stuck to my decidedly grim diet and added a lot more walking to my exercise regime. P.S., it's never fun to be a diabetic, but over the last couple of months I've really tried to keep a good attitude about it. Attitude isn't everything, but it helps a lot when you have to make significant changes while battling a disease like this. Yesterday I performed a home A1C test, and I'm currently at 6.5. That's pretty amazing results, even for me. If I can get it down another half point before I see the doctor in July I'd be over the moon, but I feel like I've already done great. Image credit: Image by Daniele Liberatori from Pixabay

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