I have a very large stash,way beyond my life expectancy and I love every little inch of it. Sometimes, a moments of pure insanity, I think I have too much. Then I get calm and think of all the wonderful things I want to make with the beautiful fabric. So many friends, so many loved family members that need quilted projects. Silly people, they don't even know they need them. I don't buy fabric anymore unless I need something for sashing and even that isn't necessary. I take regular trash from my DH about the size of my stash and then in the next breath he suggests that his sister would really love to have a lap quilt for the winter. So to each his or her own, I'm happy with my stash and it makes me happy. If beautiful fabric brings happiness how can that be so wrong?