My favorite story is, back when every fabric that came in the house got washed, I was out back hanging the colorful half and quarter yards out to dry on a sunny, breezy day. When my DH walked by and commented, "How many times do you have to wash this fabric?" I suppressed the urge to laugh out loud and, treating it as a rhetorical question, smiled and said nothing.
I recognize that I have more beautiful fabric than I could ever use in a lifetime ~ just wish that would stop me from buying more "just this one more time." I need to shop in my stash more!