luckily (or not), i share my love of quilting with my girlfriend. we enable each other terribly; sometimes, one of us is the voice of reason. anyway, when we get home, we go through all of the fabric. then, i put it all away in our shared space. when one of us is ready to use some fabric, sometimes we have to ask the other if it was purchased for me or her. this is not the norm, though. our taste in fabric overlaps just a little. it is fun (or terrible) that we share our accumulation.