i don't bother--he even built me a big wheeled cart for big bolts. (i do occasional renaissance costuming, and have a stash of "big" fabrics for that.) when something comes in the mail, he just shrugs and makes a pile for me in the kitchen. he knows i'll see it there. i work, he's been retired for nearly 13 years.
i don't count his bicycles and power tools. (i gave up) he doesn't care about fabric, as long as the bills are paid and there's a meal on the table. win/win!