I started to feel weird. Maybe I have a problem. I do have a sewing room spilling over with fabric. I've got thousands of buttons and heaven knows I have too many zippers now. Maybe I am an addict. Maybe Oprah and the hoarding therapist will soon be knocking on my door. I did have a stray thought the other day as I was sorting through sewing notions and considering that I needed a second drawer for blanket binding, rick rack, and bias tapes ordered by color. My stray thought was that when I die, an estate sale person would be brought in and exclaim, "Eureka, we have found the mother lode of vintage fabric here!"
Oh well. I'm going to have to deal with my thoughts of fabric addiction, but in the meantime, I don't want to mislead readers who might stumble upon my blog, so I updated the description in red over there ---> --->
It's in writing now.
Be warned. I yam what I yam.