The title says it all:
I have been flinging fabric about, looking for the Christmas prints that I know I have. In fact, I thought I had the fabric (at least) organized in such a way that it would not be a problem to locate whatever I wanted in that part of the stash.
Apparently I thought wrong.
So I'm diving back into the stash room. Dearly Beloved has been alerted to send out a search party if I'm not out by bedtime.