"Hi, my name is Robin and I am a fabric addict"

I remember one day in college I was sitting in my living room in front of my fabric dresser (Yes, I had a whole dresser just for fabric, what about it?! It was just for the nice stuff that didn't fit in my 4 storage boxes) Anyway, I was sorting through things that I had already cut out but hadn't finished and things that needed to be cut, etc. I had piles of fabric all around me, on my lap, above me hanging out of the drawers, over the ironing board, and I was just in heaven, stroking it, folding and refolding it. That was the moment I knew what my passion was

I've actually gotten very good about purging my stash and only keeping the really special stuff. I rarely get to shop for fabric anymore, though, so that has probably helped a bit, too.