My husband calls me an adopter. I find something I really love (and gorgeous fabric qualifies) and then I just want to hoard it and touch it and love it. It is incredibly hard to cut it up and use it.
Emotionally I feel that then it is lost and can never be found again. I know intellectually that this is crazy but it is what it is.
So I have to really try hard not to shop and increase the stash even more.