Fabricaholic
I have an addiction I *cannot* shake – F.A.B.R.I.C.
It’s been going on since I taught myself to sew when I was twelve, and it gets worse and worse each year. After thirty years of sewing/collecting (eeeep! Thirty?!), my fabric stash takes up half our basement… and I don’t even get to sew all that often anymore.
But that’s gonna change — I swear it! In fact, I have two outdoor projects that require some very expensive fabrics, and — being the cheapskate I am — I refuse to pay retail prices.

Which is what led me to a Jomar store on a rainy day earlier this week.




