|This USED to be a stack of fabric...on top of another stack of fabric...with some fabric as a garnish on top.|
Have I ever mentioned how much I love fabric? Like love. L-O-V-E. Like I love it so much I subscribe to newsletters on-line which highlight the new fabric lines coming out for me. I walk into a store and can sorta tell how old the stock is based on the fabric. I have a problem. I didn't know it was a problem until my storage solution collapsed. Literally caved under the weight of metres and metres of fabric I bought - not for a particular project (or series of projects) - but for the sheer joy of being able to look at how pretty it is.
When I finally mustered the courage to tackle that pile I got this:
|Looking at these piles of fabric stacked on other piles of fabric, makes me a little ashamed of myself. However, that's not the worst of it. And by the worst of it, I mean all of it.|
|More fabric. I can't even reach the top of the pile without standing on the chair.|
Maybe I need to go on a fabric fast like my friend L. Or maybe I just need to have a custom closet solution installed. Hmm....I pick option number two.