yeah. it assumes a life of its own. kinda like wire hangers, and rabbits. leave 'em alone in the dark, unattended, for even a little while, and you suddenly have four times as many as you had before.
hubby just looks at it all, shakes his head, and says, "it's a disease, isn't it..." but he doesn't count the piles of fabric, and i don't count his bicycles and guitars. (not out loud, anyways...)
it does look like home, to me. and i hope to go to my grave, someday, with unfinished projects, and too much to do, and more designs in the notebook. i never want to lose sight of the potential in things around me. i say, "keep up the good work!!"
(just doing my part to support the textile industry...)