Ironing for miles

I once was the sewist for a baby sling company. It has since closed down and I was given loaaaaaads of scrap pieces. This morning I decided to crack into a huge box of 15cm wide loom-edge strips that I ended up with. They were shoved in the box any which way so I cracked out the iron and (eventually) ended up with lovely orderly rolls that take up approximately a fifth of the space they did previously. And I now know exactly what I have!

Another day of small positive steps towards organisation and order.