Supposedly there are 7 stages of grief.
When my son moved out to go to college, it hit me really hard. I was really sad and didn't want to do much of anything. Yesterday I moved into the acceptance phase and decided that since he wasn't using his really big closet, I might as well use it to stage my quilt while they are waiting to be quilted. My current system isn't working out for me with piles everywhere, so I started hanging them in his closet. The problem is, he came home yesterday. :)
He says, so I see you've started to take over my room. Yeah, that makes four sewing rooms now. If my daughter had taken more of her clothes with her to school, I could use her closet too. I need to get the quilt hanging rack out of the kitchen, but that's a project for another day.
I think I matched up about 30 quilts with backing and there another 30 or so needing matches. I pulled a bunch of really big pieces of fabric from the garage and will get back in there after I drop him back off at college. I have a feeling I'll get stuck in traffic on the way home. 3 day weekend plus lots of snow equals a long drive home. Oh, well, at least I got most of my grading done earlier today.