I have a problem. There, I said it. And I have to admit, it feels good to finally write that down. It feels, well, right. What a relief. And what is my problem, you might ask? It’s a bad one, guys, it’s a terrible one. Friends, Romans, Countrymen, I can’t. Stop. Buying. Fabric. Like, really, can’t seem to stop myself. Every time I tell myself it’s the last time, but then I see a sale chiffon, or a discounted denim, God help me, a clearance section cotton, and I just get sucked in all over again. To watch them cut that nice clean line, to hold yards and yards of cloth in my hands, what a rush! What a feeling! It’s addictive. Truly addictive.
I tell myself I can quit anytime. I promise myself that it’s over. But then I walk down fabric row, or peruse the project gallery at BurdaStyle, or log onto Etsy, and I’m pulling back in. Off the wagon, chasing that fabric dragon all over again. And please don’t get me started on trim. It’s a gateway supply.
So having made some significant purchases today, including the wool and lining for my Vogue Patterns dress!, I have decided, this is it. I have to put a moratorium on fabric buying, at least for a little while. I jump off the wagon come April, though. A girl can only be so strong for so long…
With this in mind, I would like to present to you some of the swaths of cloth currently littering my fabric stash, in the hopes that some of you will have advice as to what to do with these beautiful pieces that I drooled over, bought, and promptly realized I have no idea what to do with them. All suggestions would be useful. Seriously. Help an addict out, here.
This isn’t everything. But it’s a lot. And it’s all I have to work with for at least a few months. So help me out, and tell me what to do. Come on. You know you want to.