After many moves I have destashed several times and am being more careful on the purchases- doesn't mean I still don't have more than I need. Add up what you spent and what that money could have been used for and you will find yourself cringing. I still like to have fabric on hand, but when I can fill garbage bag after garbage bag full of fabric I don't like anymore to donate somewhere, I know I am out of control.
here's another thought- take someone under your wing and teach them how to make something form some of your stash.
I was thinking of that because of my Grandfather. After retiring from farming he took up carpentry and did some amazing work to include rails and offering plates for the church. He was a very quiet man who did things when the adults weren't looking- like pop his dentures out to make us laugh. ANyways, he would take us, the grandkids, into his workshop, no adults were allowed.In his shop we made what ever we could imaging from his scrap piles that were cut in fasinating shapes. Whether he realized it or not his few moments with us helped spur our imaginations to look beyond the obvious and that he was there to help us achieve that vision we saw in those pieces of scrap.