I began unpacking a box of fabric that has sat untouched in my sewing/exercise room since we moved last year. (Yes, I am, as you know, a procrastinator. I'd definitely take the gold if that was an Olympic category.) My method: measuring each piece, stapling a tiny piece in a notebook, listing width and yardage. Whenever I make a garment I find myself spending hours going through my stash, trying to find the right piece. By the time I locate it, I'm too tired to sew.
As you can see, I still have a ways to go to finish this one box. Patience, self, I say. Patience. Rest. Coffee. Try again. Or just go read a good book. There are so many. And how plaintively they beckon.