My "fix" for a horrific marriage was fabric. I didn't realize how unhappy I was. I found peace and solace in my fabric, things I never received from my worthless husband. God had to show me the way out or I would never have had the courage of strength to move him out so I could move on. Looking at all the things associated with sewing serve as a reminder of what was missing. I am now complete by the grace of God and no longer feel compelled to buy, buy, buy. I analyze what is a want and what is a need. Even needs sometimes are not purchased. I have 12 sewing machines. I'm not bragging, I am ashamed of myself. How could I let it go this far? I once lived with the idea, and I know most of you have thought the same thing, she who dies with the most fabric wins. Well.....guess what.....you are still dead!! Pray with me that there is quilting in heaven....it may be choir robes, but it's still quilting. Have a blessed day.