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Sorting Scraps

My sewing room scrap bag is overflowing, so I took a night last week to empty and sort out all the leftover fabrics I've saved.

Here are all the scraps from the bag -- about 6 month's worth. I often raid my scrap bag for little projects, but twice a year it gets too packed and I've been dumping it in my scraps bin. Since I've already sorted and bagged the bin, I want to do the same with whatever I add to it.

Here's the pile sorted. I put everything in piles of small, medium and large scraps, batting scraps, selvages and strips. I also set aside the Halloween scraps for use in current projects, and the bits that are too small to really use in their own pile.

Before I've thrown away all the scraps that are too small to reuse, but this time I'm keeping them. I want to see if I can find a way to recycle them as stuffing for pillows or something like that, as I do save my batting scraps. The latter I cut up to make my own fiber fill stuffing. These fabric scraps I'm calling shoddy from now on.

Here's everything bagged. It only took about an hour to sort and bag them, and I can keep my scraps organized, which will make me more inclined to use them.

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