I start my story with this statement: I never had the privilege of meeting Hazel, but I wish that I had. Hazel was a quilter and member of the quilt guild that I belong to. Hazel saved every piece of fabric and scrap. Hazel passed away (I believe she was in her 90s) and the quilt guild inherited her fabric stash about a year before I joined the guild.
Fast forward one year. The quilt guild had a chinese auction. I decided to bid on a mystery box of fabric labeled a "Hazel prize" not knowing who Hazel was. I happened to win the Hazel box and inherited a collection of fabric that is older than I. Some good, some bad. :)
I add to my stash a large collection of gingham, a couple of plaids and some fun vintage prints.
I also picked up some not so lovely pieces that I am going to put away for the next ugly fabric exchange. :)
I even picked up a little treasure by Hazel herself.
I am looking forward to incorporating this fabric into some projects soon. Thank you Hazel!