crazythread

The Cure............Buy more fabric..Works for me (LOL)

HummerGardenCrafts

I think we all have that addiction. It's fun to go through your fabric. I'm always finding fabrics I didn't even know I had.

sammy89

oh yes there is no cure

trolleystation

It's a symptom of 'quilteritis',

SueJ

I was just talking about this very issue with my best friend. I have different fabrics & when I am looking or touching, I need to take it to the LQS & get fabrics that will match it. Of course I have no idea of what I am going to make but at least I have the matching fabric!!

lalaland

I'm always looking at my fabric, trying to figure out what I might want to do with it, maybe I should sort it again so I can get more like colors together, maybe I should get rid of some of it because I don't like it anymore, and the thought processing and fondling goes on and on.

We have a lesson on touching fabric in my sewing class, I have samples so they can feel the difference in weaves and textures, etc. I guess I'm also preparing them to be the future fabric touchy feely adults of tomorrow.

Caroltee

You mean to say that it’s not normal to do that OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo and all along I’ve had a sickness GGGGGG thought I was NORMAL. Oh well what’s one more mental problem At least I won’t have to take a pill OR lets just say that this illness is one that I definitely can live with . :thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup:

Divokittysmom

Aren't we supposed to play with our fabric???? Uh-oh..... busted!

cheryl rearick

lol, not sure what to say, Do all of you have bins of material to play in hahaha :)

kit'smamma

I wonder if the addiction is sex related as in limited to women? Are there any gentlemen quilters here who have the same problem? I tried to explain the phenomenon to my late husband and he just shook his head. Of course, he had a gun safe full of shot guns most of which he bought because they were beautiful or some how or other more useful than the others. You can only shoot a pheasant with one gun as far as I'm concerned. We decided to be tolerant of each other's madness.