I am a Fabriholic

Recently I was attending a Christmas party with some of my stitching friends and their husbands.  We were lamenting the disease of Fabriholicisim and the varying degrees we each shared the sickness.  One of the quilters was literally falling to pieces describing how she saved scraps.  One by one, each took a turn admitting how many boxes, closets, and rooms were filled with fabric and still we can not resist the temptation to buy more.  Finally one of the ladies proudly announced that she had reached her life-time goal where all her fabric could fit into one box – at which point her husband quickly joined the discussion saying, “I wish you would stop referring to our house as a box!”.

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