To Stash Or Not To Stash....Is That The Question

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous mis-organization
Or to take arms against a sea of clutter
And by opposing end it? To organize?
To give away? To sew not more?

Nay…To sew I must..perchance a new patchwork
Or try a new paper piece pattern
For who can bear the whips and scorns of
The ever present 1/2 price sale ads
That makes a calamity of our credit cards..

To file or not to file my patterns
To group by pastels and darks
And by organization to say we end
The heartache of rummaging around
For just that right piece of fabric

That our sewing is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d..to organize,
To conceal in boxes…and boxes galore
In plastic containers that overflow on the floor
To organize, perchance to achieve it….ay, there’s the rub;

For in that great organization of fabric what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal unorganization
Must give us pause there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so organized a sewing room;
For who can bear to whittle down her Stash…

The pangs of that separation of fabric
To grunt and sweat under the strain
Of not seeing forever the beloved Stash…
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover’d boxes…from who boundary

No traveler returns, puzzles the will
And make us rather think we have
To give to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make swappers of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution

Gives way to the pale thought and enterprises
Of that great moment with this regard
To our current Stash…Organize…give away!!!!
And lose the name of clutter… Soft you now!
Oh, fair quilters… in they orisons
Be all my Stash remember’d….