I have a confession to make: my fabric stash is out of control. Hehe, as I tried to type that sentence my little finger hit caps lock, making the confession seem even worse: MY FABRIC STASH IS OUT OF CONTROL!
Caps or no caps though, it is. I'm actually having trouble closing the buffet door (what - don't you all keep your stash in a buffet?), so the time has come to take a vow.
Trust me - it's going to hurt me much more than you. I think I'm going to have to stop buying fabric... and... gulp...yarn... until I have worked - nay, slogged - my way through the stash. So if anybody had any plans to go fabric/yarn shopping with me, give me a call sometime in, oh, 2048. I should be through it by then.