in writing a blog post this morning I thought of us, on this thread, so am sharing the last paragraph. Be strong my friends
I quit buying fabric in 2001. In the last year or two I've started to run out of some colors so occasionally replace a few yards. 18 years on the wagon and when I enter a store I'm immediately gripped by the gotta have it, the drug adrenaline, the sick feeling of need. So no judging other quilters here, I understand. But I'm betting if I hadn't quit buying in 2001, in all areas of my life, I wouldn't be out here enjoying my little house and holiday on wheels today. I'm glad I made the choice but I despair of ever not having that sick want.