It's not my fault. It's the 80's fault. Do you remember fabric shops in the 80s? Do you remember riding your bike to Minnesota Fabrics and the best you could do was a pale pink striped seersucker? I cannot help it that I hoard fabric, that I buy fabric I'll probably never use, definitely way more than I'll need. But some day.. mark my words... it'll be the 80s again. Cool, hip designers won't be selling gorgeous fabrics online and then who will be laughing. And yes, I realize I sound like my depression-surviving grandma did when she was justifying her collecting habits. But just you wait...
and since I've already dated myself here... is it old age or just the 5 years of blogging that has me feeling like every single thing I write, I've written before?
