Oh, my dear people, I do have a confession to make. I have been unable to stay out of the fabric stores in this area, and I am almost to the point of being in serious trouble. It all started with the big store, the Fabric Warehouse, two weeks ago. I have been wanting to make a quilt with Civil War reproduction fabrics, and I've been carrying around a pattern called Simple Star, which was made just for the Civil War inspired fabrics. Well, two weeks ago I bought the eight fabrics for the quilt. They are kind of muted tans, reds, and blue prints.
Then last week we took half a day off and went to Alexandria, where I knew there were two quilt shops. At the first one I was very good. I bought a book of Schnibble quilt patterns that I've been looking for. And some cutesy fabric for a pillowcase for a grandson, not too bad. Then we went to the other quilt shop where I spied the exact fabric I needed to go with the charm packs of Frolic by Sandy Gervais, so I had to get that, and two more charm packs so I would be sure to have enough.
Well, then today I really did it up good. I went back to the Fabric Warehouse and got the backing and binding for the triangle pieces quilt, Dessert Time Quilt, that is ready to be backed and quilted. AND, I decided as long as I was there I might as well get the fabric for the backing, border, and binding of the Civil War quilt.
And this is how I justify my spending. I figure that I'm way out here in the state park. miles from a coffee shop. So, I've not had a good cup of coffee for two and a half weeks. And I've not met any of my friends for lunch. And I've saved all that money in gas that I usually spend running into town at least every other day. Aw, shucks. I guess those savings don't even put a dent in the amount I've spent on fabric. I guess it's time to admit it. I'm an addict. A fabric addict. I may have to go to meetings for my addiction.
Hello, my name is Marge and I'm a fabric addict.