I pass time at work daydreaming about quilting.
I fantasize about cutting up people's clothes while they are wearing them if I like the colors and suspect the clothing is cotton.
I play with fabric at my work space. There is a pile of fabric under my desk right now that I haven't caressed and folded yet. The boss won't leave. I'm irritated.
I don't do patterns.
The smell of fabric is soothing.
I piece batting because I'm not trying to spend fabric money on it.
I'm quilting...I will eat later, maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow...just let me finish...