Probably not spelled right but you get the idea. There must be a place to go to so I can testify that I am addicted to fabric. I walked in to my room this afternoon and had to turn around and walk out. I was weak in the knees, teary eyed and grinning like a possum because I know come Friday evening I will escape to this little paradise and not come up for air until Sunday night. Hubby already knows to stock up on bologna and nabs for the weekend because I will be no where in sight. You know when I realized I had an affliction?? At work when I could not focus because I opened an email with a photo of a new quilt pattern. Oh Good Grief! :thumbup: :-)