I've finally gotten sufficiently aggravated at the state of my studio to change it.
Today I celared off the work table, 6'x2.5' heaped high with fabric, smaller bits of fabric, scraps of fabric and a dusting of shells, beads, buttons and washers. The only unexpected things were the washers. Apparently washers were a favored medium for a while. I can remember thinking about how to string them into nets, and Al commenting that I had rediscovered core memory configurations for computers circa 1960.
I kept repeating to myself "sentimentatily is the root of clutter" and threw more things away.
There is still acres left to uncover and organize, but for now I am declaring victory on the table. Next up – the fabric collection.