I have discovered a love for fabrics that I never knew I had.
Now I can not pass something without touching it, and when I walk into a fabric store, I feel like a kid in a candy store. All those colors, textures, smells, etc.
I love seeing it spread out, I love seeing it cut into stacks, or rolled into jelly rolls, I love seeing it folded into neat little piles, or even the scrap heap that collects from cuttings.
I love the feel of a quilt top, and can not help but admire the way it all comes together.
(not to mention the desire to purchase every piece of fabric I see for sale on here, sucks to be broke)
Am I a fabric addict?