Here are the reasons I think it's an addiction:
I hide my stash.
This is our china hutch in the dining room. (pretty ingenious, right?)
I get defensive.
Jeff cleaned out the hall closet and found all of this. He said, "hey, you think you can find some place to put this?" My inner voice said, "I did find a place to put it. The hall closet."
I justify my behavior.
But who could resist this fabric! Lime green and hot pink gingham! Gorgeous pale pink and pale yellow batiste. Yummy! The poopy camera doesn't to it justice.
I have enablers.
See all this fabric? All I paid for was the lollipops.
I need help.
Quote for the day:
When I get big, I'm going to get a different face and join the circus. - Sophie Jane