Part of the fun of having a stash is to horrify my kids. They want me to live forever so they won't ever have to figure out what to do with it. My son and I went out to breakfast not long ago. In spite of my objections, he insisted on paying. I gave him that "mother" look and told him "I hoped you realize I am just going to be standing on a street corner buying more fabric with this money". His response, "Oh no, I'm a enabler!"