I have an
addiction. Not to a harmful
substance or a dangerous habit.
Well, I guess this addiction could wreak havoc on the bank account. It’s an addiction to fabric. I can’t stop buying it and accumulating
it. When I receive a JoAnns
coupon in the mail it burns a hole in my pocket like a kid with $10. It’s even worse when I get a double
dose of coupons through mail AND email.
My local quilt shop, Village Dry Goods, is constantly beckoning to me.
It started
innocent enough. Nine months
ago when I decided to do my first quilt I purchased the required amount of
fabric. Then here and there I
would attempt other projects – a skirt for me, a reversible bag, a dress for my
little one – and I would hit the fabric store again. But slowly through the months I found myself picking up a
fat quarter here, a remnant there.
They were small amounts, so it was no big deal. But the desire to buy those small
amounts grew. I found myself
buying quarter cuts of a whole line at quilt shops. I didn’t have any particular projects in mind, I just knew
that I loved the material and that I wanted to do SOMETHING with it.
About a month
ago I was in my sewing room organizing my material. I was folding it ever so nicely, putting into drawers, and
arranging it by color. As I was
doing this I was praying that my husband wouldn’t come find me, but of course
he did. As he watched me fold some
of the material I said, “You weren’t supposed to see this.” “See what?” “I think I have a problem, I keep buying material.” He
looked around then said, “Don’t worry, it can’t compete with my bullets. You don’t have a problem, yet.” Then he smiled and left the room.
I should
mention. My husband isn’t some
crazed person hiding from the government in the mountains with his
weapons. He grew up participating
in recreational shooting with his dad and brothers. He is now in the Army and still enjoys shooting. For him a day shooting targets in the
desert is like a day on the golf course to other men. So his comment about bullets, was an affirmation that he is
okay with my addiction. He gets
it. Kind of.
I love my
hubby. And my fabric.
I've had a similar fabric addiction for a while. Just so you know, when we moved and cleaned out everything, I had over 6 boxes of fabric odds and ends that I had bought/saved, etc. for various projects I wanted to do or hoped to find something to do with the fabric. Crazy! I ended up selling 3 boxes worth to another fabric nut and I'm storing the rest until we get back. So beware, beware..... the addiction just gets worse. =)
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