I admit that I grew up pretty sparingly in every sense of the word. So, of course, sales unleash desires that aren't for publication. Being married for a thousand years, my choice of vacation, music, tv programs or friends and places to go were just a laugh. So, I would make things. Baby food jars, old clothes, clothes pins, cardboard just about everything had a value. I even would ask for old magazines that folks had and did mosaics on bottles and trace the cracks with magic marker. So, this stash was obvious like my makeup and my extra sweaters and things that I hord.....hmmm there goes that four letter word again... anyway, it is natural for me to say, I might not be able to buy it one day. So, I keep piling it up and now I'm sewing like a fein. I love my freedom. I love my life. I love sewing but the need for food purchases and utility payments keeps me away from my wonderful stash and my loving sewing machine...but I keep trying. That's my story and I'm stickin to it!
So what's your story?