An addiction is a desease, and I have it bad! My mother had gone through the Depression and taught me to save every scrap. I have also work in fabric stores for the discount--haow's that for an addiction. So now admittedly in my sixties, I have two bedrooms, and three walk-in closets filled with boxes of fabric. I even gave up on buying boxes, and ask for the empty bolts from fabric stores. The worst part is that I have no IDEA what I have! It's easier to go to the store and buy more fabric! When we go on vacations, I take my quilter's atlas with me to visit different shops. How pathetic. The addiction doesn't get better; but it is great insulation, it's good excercize to heft it from one place to another, and it's calorie free! Enjoy the colors, the textures, the hand, and the joy of playing with it all!