It's a sickness, indeed! I have to set 15 minute timers and race the clock to stay on track. 15 minutes to fold all the fabric--go! 15 minutes to sort scraps and whatever's not sorted stays put. Go! 15 minutes to pull patterns I know I want to keep, and file them in notebook . Go! 15 minutes to pick up all the scraps and junk off the floor! Go! 15 to clear off my cutting table and other table. Go!
Yeah, but it ends up more like , 'Might as well press these scraps....oh, what size should I cut this one into...I need more yellows...flip through magazines and decide to give some away...or not...don't EVEN get me started on the closet. That's a whole separate monster!"