Originally Posted by
Emma S
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!"
I literally laughed out loud when I read this! My kids feel the same way.
As to the hoarding question, I tend to agree that, unless the stash is interfering with your health, your ability to move about your home, your financial solvency, and/or your sanity, then it is probably just that, a large STASH, and not a hoard. We are all inspired by a beautiful bolt of fabric, or a fantastic deal. Sometimes good intentions get the better of us. I like to think of it this way, as long as I control the stash, it's just a stash. When the stash begins to control me, then I might need help!