But no... I never last. I step into a fabric store and the fabric calls to me, it begs me to peruse all the wonderful sights, my eyes fill with stars of all the great things I can make. All the wonderful fabric begs to be touched, felt, rubbed between my fingers. ahhhh, I just love fabric.
Somehow, I don't ever make a dent in reducing my stash. At least I keep it rotating!
|The closet is FULL of fabric|
|Those bins are full of fabric... from my mom's house. I just could not say no!|
|There is fabric, on rolls, in the corner...|