Do your eyes glaze over when walking into any store or store area that contains unsewn fabric? Then you might be a Fabric-a-holic.
Do you wake up at your machine, drooling on a piece of newly purchased fabric and not remember getting out of bed to come to sewing room? Then you might be a Fabric-a-holic.
Do you find yourself trying to sneak bags of fabric into the house before anyone can notice and mix it in with your stash to hide it? Then you might be a Fabric-a-holic.
Or do you walk boldly through the front door, bags of fabric in hand and mumble something about sewing up something for a sick friend? Then you might be a Fabric-a-holic.
Have you had to make excuses for being gone for hours, wandering the aisles of a fabric store only to come home and make excuse about being with that sick friend? Then you might be a Fabric-a-holic.
Have you been known to walk into sewing room in the morning and come out bleary eyed at night, but smiling? Then you might be a Fabric-a-holic.
Has your husband ever called 911 because you didn't make it to bed last night and he can't find you, only to eventually find you in fabric stash, smiling, hands moving unseen material through a unseen machine. Then you might be a Fabric-a-holic.
There is no fighting it, once it has bitten you, you can't resist the "CALL OF THE FABRIC".