I have been fabric filing. It is a day Mr Schmaft thought he’d never see. Ten long years he’s waited for me to clear that filing cabinet out. Long ago he gave up trying to convince me that I did NOT need elbow x-rays, tax returns or photoshop manuals from the early 90’s. He’d given up all hope.
In the end fabric was the answer. Not only do I now have an easy to access, carefully folded stash, it gives me one more reason to believe that fabric does indeed make the world a better place.
The only issue now is that the filing cabinet isn’t big enough to fit all of my fabric. I haven’t yet broken the news of that to Mr. I dare not bring him down from the high.