Originally Posted by Granny B
I'm addicted to fabric. I know when I walk into a fabric store that I'm going to buy something. I asked my daughter what she is planning to do with all my stuff when I die. She replied "Nothing. I'm making this into a museum!"
My daughter recently moved to Hawaii when my SIL returned from deployment; one of the first things she noticed was that fabric was scarce and expensive on Oahu. I dug thru my stash and sent her some remants - she laughed at me 'cause one still had the store band and it was older than her!!