This morning I had settled down to make some more triangles while listening to the end of the Today programme on Radio 4. Picture the scene…quietly minding my own business, nice cup of coffee at my elbow…you get the picture.
When I turned round to take something out of my fabric cupboard I was deluged….or well, avalanched really. I guess all that stuffing stuff into nooks and crannies finally reached the point of no return and out it came. Not all of it mind you, but a fair bit.
Hmm. Pause for reassessment.
So I added tidying the fabric cupboard to my list of things to do today that never ever actually gets done.
After a couple of hours I’d got thoroughly sick of climbing over it all and had the urge to purr over the lovely fat quarter bundles and sort things into nice colour-coordinated piles, so I pulled everything out. Gulp.
Putting it back in again proved to be a bit tricky.
Once I got to this stage I thought it was lovely and I’d like to keep it just like this…
But then there was all this lot still all over the floor….
And now I’ve discovered that there is no way in **** that I can get it all back in again – I’ve got a big bundle of apricot toweling and about 20 yards of muslin backing fabric that has now started a new life under my chair.
And I have an admission to make…
Something I’m a little ashamed of.
I’ve known there was a bit of an issue for a while, but have to now really bite the bullet and admit ….
ssshhh….I am a fabricaholic….I am a fabricaholic…..I AM A FABRICAHOLIC…
Despite my pledge not to buy any more, somehow since January I have acquired 48 metres more fabric than I’ve used up. Which is awful really. No willpower. No willpower whatsoever.
Things have to improve.
Watch out for some amazing feats of fabric usage coming up…
Oh well….c’est la vie!