When I was dragged to my first quilting class (protesting loudly, kicking and screaming) by a neighbor, I heard people talking about their stash ( what's that ?) saying they were addicted to fabric, and I thought how silly they were. Who ever heard of anyone being addicted to fabric of all things. Well. a year and a half later, numerous rulers, 3 cutting mats, several rotary cutters, numerous books, special iron, quilt wall, boxes of thread, several gadgets, new sewing machine and special feet, and even two boxes of scraps and a little fabric (ha) I am so addicted, and so broke I don't know whether to love or hate my neighbor. Talk about eating my words !!!!