when my husband was alive he never gave me grief about my quilting because he had his hobbies too, he collected coins, stamps, guns, and many other things. my son has a computer room that matches my quilting room for sheer volume of stuff, so he understands. my poor daughter-in-law doesn't keep anything that isn't functional, at the moment, even if it will be needed soon. she doesn't get it.
i appreciate looking at the tidiness of people who don't get it but wouldn't want to live there. where do they go for comfort when feeling down? how do they get warm when it gets cold? what do they touch for that warm, fuzzy feeling? i need to pet some fabric!