It all started when I was in high school. I was a young girl with a part time job and money to burn. My school was really close to a Hancock Fabric store and I couldn't resist the temptation. I would shop...first with others more as more of a social thing, but before long I would find myself there alone for hours at a time. The problem has grown over the years and I now have a room dedicated to my addiction. I have even introduced my best friend to the dark world of fabrics and now she too is addicted. I can't resist the temptation and I can find fabric everywhere. I bought shirts at a department store to deconstruct for their fabric. I go to thrift stores and upcycle anything with a pleasing pattern. I find it most difficult to avoid a funky print or houndstooth. Nothing is off limits...I have used the sheets off my kids beds, and it's not like I dont have an addiquate stash I just can't help myself. Admitting I have a problem is the first step to recovery...but I am not sure I want to recover ;)
