Now I know the reason for being a Fabricholic!!!!!
 

Chemical Warning

A recent study indicated that fabric gives off certain Pheromones that actually
hypnotize women and cause them to purchase unreasonable amounts. When
stored in large quantities in enclosed spaces, the Pheromones (in the fabric) causes memory loss and induces the nesting syndrome (similar to the one squirrels have before the onset of winter i.e. storing food). Therefore perpetuating their species and not having a population loss due to their kind being cut into pieces and mixed with others.

Sound tests have also revealed that these fabrics emit a very high pitched sound, heard only by a select few, a breed of women know as quilters. When played backwards on an LP, the sounds are heard as chants, buy me, cut me and sew me. In order to overcome the so called feeding frenzy effect that these fabrics cause, one must wear a face mask when entering a storage facility and use ear plugs to avoid being pulled into their grip. One must laugh, however, at the sight of customers in a quilt fabric store, with WWII army gas masks and headphones!

Studies have also indicated that aliens have inhabited the earth, helping to spread the effects that these fabrics have on the human population. They are called QUILT FABRIC STORE CLERKS. It's also been experienced that these same Pheromones cause a pathological need to hide these fabric purchases when taken home (or at least blend them into the existing stash), and when asked by significant other if the fabric is new, the reply is I've had it for awhile.


Has anyone else been affected like I have (LOL)!!!!

Maus

Oh, listen... I have it bad! And that ain't good (for my Visa!)!!! LOL! This is too cute. And too true, I'm afraid! What is it they say about truth being stranger than fiction???

That is great!!!!

At last!!! There is a diagnosis!!!!! I just hope there is NO cure!

I knew it!!! I have told my LQS that my car is in cahoots with the fabric - I cannot drive by the quilt store without stopping - its not me - its my car - it automatically pulls over and parks when there is fabric nearby. (Thats my story and I am sticking with it :) ).

I just don't bother to hide it!

Too funny! Somehow, those pheromones are also very technologically advanced, as they travel thru the internet like a virus, and force me to give Paypal a lot of business!

THIS explains a few things!!

Me either!! I just divorced the one that questioned my fabric purchases...so much nicer and easier!! LOL

Me too! Now I have fabric in one spare bedroom and my scrapbook stuff in another, and there is no man in the house to say a thing about it!

I just checked this out, through Snopes. There are NO urban legends of that sort, SO IT MUST BE TRUE! :thumbup:

This explains everything! Just yesterday I was at a LQS and HAD to make a purchase, I tried not too, I couldn't control my actions. Every where I turned the fabric was calling to me! I just knew I wasnt crazy!!!

It has to be true! I went to the LQS yesterday. They were having a secret email sale of 25% off everything in the store. I have put myself on a strict low yardage diet until I get many projects done. I wanted a charm pack so I gave myself permission to go and get it. I walked out with a layer cake and coordinating fabrics and some Tiger Tape! What should have cost about $8 wound up being $96 dollars! Oh, well. I saved $30!!

This "afliction" can also be passed from generation to generation. Just look at my Mom's stash ... and then mine... I think it became more potent as it was passed.

It all makes perfect sense to me.

My husband works out of town quite a bit so sometimes when I buy a lot of fabric and come home and his car is in the driveway, I leave my sack in my car and come in the house empty handed. Then, when he goes to work, I run out and grab my sack. One time, I went out and grabbed my sack and was coming out of the garage and he was pulling back in the driveway because he forgot something. I stood frozen with my bag of goods. He got out of his car and laughed at me. He said he knew that I had been doing this because when he'd go into the garage for something, he'd see sacks in my car and look in them and shake his head and laugh, but didn't let on to me because he thought it was fun to see me sneak around. He told me I could spend my money on all the fabric I wanted, that I didn't have to hide it anymore. Now, it kind of takes the fun out of it...hiding it and waiting for him to leave and then bringing in my goods and drooling over them. Now, he wants to see what I bought and tells me if he likes my fabric choices, which he always says he does. He's good like that. But I kind of miss living on the edge when I was hiding my sacks...miss the thrill!

I'm glad to know there is a diagnosis. Let's just hope no one sets up a foundation to find a cure!

I love it....Now I have a new explanation. My pheromones made me do it. LOL

Too funny! I think I'll e-mail this to my husband. He is actually the fabric-pusher because he bought the sewing machine for me for Christmas! A sewing machine is just a gateway to this condition!

Yes, also its best to shop with groups of sewing friends so you have more eyes to observe these crazy things! It could happy to anyone! I noticed only with a select few you see these vines growing and as you try to walk by they reach out and grab you called, "Wait a Minute Vine" and it makes you immoble you cannot move. The squirrel effect is related in the brain cells to the hiding of the stash for winter months, I know because I have suffered this too, and depending on your age sometimes you cannot remember for days where you hit your stash.

Should have known what to expect when I saw "reason" and "fabricholic" in the same sentence.

You might want to forward this to Mythbusters to see if they can prove your reasoning!

I'm glad to finally have that problem diagnosed. Now let's hope there's no easy cure for it.

I wonder if my husband will believe this. LOL I hide my purchases. But since he does the check book he still knows. But he does the same thing when he goes to the wood store. Wood must have the same affect for men as fabric does for women. ;-)

Well that explains everything! I wonder if DH will understand...

ROFL!
I wonder if there are any 'young' quilters on this board scratching their heads wondering about playing LP's backwards!

That really dates us!

absolutely no cure--it is terminal. nothing anyone can do about it short of locking us up when the moon is full,on the wan or rising.they can try but we shall go forth howling.

Thank you so much for this wonderful scientific explanation. Now I know why my car automatically turns in when I spot a fabric or quilt store. My oldest daughter has actually requested that I not will my fabric to her!

These are so funny, but so true. My daughters and daughters-in-law have requested that I give it away before I pass away.

I think it is called "Quilting Pox" no known cure

My name is emlee, and I'm a fabricholic...thank God, now I feel better!!!

LOL! you gals are so funny. I've enjoyed this fun reading.

I need to know if anyone feels the thrill of victory at a quilt finished and the agony of defeat at the sight of the mending pile? OR if this affliction is why I have fabric in my sideboard buffet and china cabinet in the dining room?

i have discovered i am incredibly sensitive to the pheromones and i am affected by them even on the computer! i need innoculations to help me cope with this sensitivity! i bought 5 book cases and oodles of plastic bins and i've filled them all and have more fabric and no place to put it!
i am definitely allergic to mending and ironing. i take benadryl when i piece a top and have to press it after assembly. it is my cross to bear.

"I've had it for a while . . . "

is always the truth - as soon as one leaves the check-out counter, it's ours and the " a while" starts!!!

So you know me too -did we meet somewhere . Oh, probably a fabric store.

My husband and I both have this affliction. He drives me to the fabric stores and shoves me in the door. And tells me not to come out till I have shopped till I drop.

I'm so not saying a word...(word word word)heeeeeheeee To funny ,true ,and yet funny