....I bought some new fabrics yesterday.
'cause I needed them.
I am shameless.
I am an addict.
I will never recover....
I AM PROUD TO BE ONE.
and I think that whatever group or program that I join for this affliction
will be one that knows & understands
...with having a condition such as this,
common side effects are usually :
*loss of reason
*confusion & memory-loss
(ex. 'do I already have this fabric?')
(ex. 'I don't care if I already have this fabric!")
and perhaps the worst affliction, something I named
the uncontrollable urge to fondle your neighbors clothing while they are wearing it.
but ya know what?
there are worse things I could be doing.
so I will just be comfortable in my own skin and revel in the fact that
I AM NOT ALONE!!!!
there are MILLIONS of folks who suffer along with me.
and there are wonderful support groups out there to help me along...
...these are called 'Quilting Groups'.
They meet in clandestine places where they gather to share their suffering (and new stashes)
and feel akin to one-another...
...these gathering places are called 'retreats',
or 'sewing clubs'.
instead of being dimly lit & secretive,
you can usually tell what's going on inside one of them
by the glare of the Ott lamps
and the non-sensical chatter of women fueled by tea, coffee,
and/or sometimes wine and chocolate....
...we are little soldiers, aren't we?
let's band together and support each other in our illness.
...let's stand tall and hold those needles up and say
this latest plunder of fabrics was purchased at
Quilted Expressions in Lynchburg, VA
I bought cottons in my most favorite palette
of muted browns, creams, blues and greens ~
not that I don't have enough fabric,
but my car has a built-in homing device for any needlework shop,
...anywhere in the contiguous US ~
((I think it came with the vehicle.))
So tell me about your addiction ~
share with me your journey & woes...
together we can get through this!
(or at least enable each other...)
and just as I don't 'need' anymore fabric,
I surely don't need anymore notions
... like thread, buttons, ribbon, charms, or needles.
the little trinket below jumped into my hand and came home with me as well.
I am hopeless.
I am happy.
and that's all that matters!
hoping you're happy too ~
* Blessed be *