In my family all the women share one particular habit.
We are fabric addicts. There I said it. The truth is out.
We have closets dedicated just to fabric. We buy it whether we have plans for it’s use or not.
I had managed to kick this habit for a few years, and replaced it by becoming a paper addict during my banner making phase. Well, it seems that my fabric addiction was only lying dormant. Waiting for an excuse to rear it’s greedy head. Apparently working on projects for the book was just the excuse it needed.
This weekend I hit the jackpot on some great fresh cottage cottons, perfect for several of my projects.
I think I could just leave it all stacked up like this and be perfectly content just to look at it every day.
I am pretty sure that if you are happy just to buy fabric and look at it, that you might the worst kind of fabric addict. Oh dear.
So dear readers, come on confess – are you a fabric addict too?