I started out the year on a fabric moratorium and only fell off the wagon a couple of times. Well, my DH and another couple and I always go to Lake Shelbyville in southern Illinois for Labor Day Weekend. There is a charming little quilt shop in Shelbyville that I always go to to look to see what she has. The last couple of years she has had a sale bin that is a large wire basket and she takes bolt ends and puts them on sale at a deeply discounted price. Well, over $100 later I fell off the wagon with a thud. No one is perfect, right?