
Why is this man in my sewing room? It is my husband, who I finagled into putting together a new storage unit for me. I got the idea on Instagram from @hurricanereesequilty stitches (now that's a handle). It is a toy storage unit from IKEA called Trofast. It cost just less than $100 including the bins. It is meant to be a storage unit for kids' Legos, blocks, or other toys with a gazillion small parts. I've never bought anything at IKEA, and I tell you, it's a procedure. Anyway, I ordered it, stood in a long line, picked it up, managed to get it in my car by myself, got it home, and persuaded that nice husband of mine to assemble it.

I am going to use it for storing ongoing current sew-along projects. The unit is about 5 feet tall and has ten storage bins.

I am not finished organizing it, but you see some of my labeled bins. It's pretty great to be able to just pull out one of your current projects and take your next step with it.

My only disappointment was in the depth of the bins. I wish they were just a bit deeper. I had to get creative with my fabric folding to arrange everything nicely. They do have deeper bins, and I could get a few of those for projects that have a lot of fabric. My Red Sampler project, for instance, did not all fit into one bin, so I had to spill over to a second one.
Anyway, if you are in search of a way to organize your sew-along projects, this could fit the bill. I always have several things going on at once, so this is a great way to keep them front and center.
Hope you all had a great weekend. My dad seemed in fine form. He asked me "Do I seem disabled to you?" I told him "disabled" wasn't really the word I'd use to describe him. To me, he seems more "fragile". His balance is terrible, and a fall could be the end of him. In my mind, I compare him to an egg. If he were to fall, it would be a disaster. His skin is so thin, and prone to bruising. If he cuts himself, he bleeds profusely, even if it's a minor wound. He is the most precious, valuable, delicate thing, and I'd do anything to protect him. So, yes, "fragile" is the word I'd use to describe him, at almost 96 years of age. Not his mind though. My gosh, he is sharp as a tack. What a blessing.