This poem made me smile ....

Actually, it made me laugh!

Allow me to share it with you.

To Stash or not to Stash....is that the question?
by Juanita K Bard (With apologies to Shakespeare's HAMLET)

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.....