Last weekend I made the mistake of opening up the cupboard doors to my main fabric stash with the intention of cleaning it out, letting go of pieces that had been lingering for years (yes, years), releasing old ideas for projects that will never come to be. What happened? I unleashed a whole new horde of possibilities for it all. I think I need an intervention here! Moral?--artists should never clean up! Or they should have bag ladies for friends to cart it all away.