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My Addiction

Everyone has a weakness. Mine is well known amongst all my friends.

Fabric! Last night after a long day at work I receieved a phone call from a friend who has not talked to me in 6 months. She called to say that Stephanie and Jackie and I were invited to come to her sister's house who is having a fabric sale. Top quality fabrics for a really reasonable price. What was I doing Friday? Do I have to go to work?

My addiction to acquiring new fabric is strong and I have called off work for less that what this invitation now put before me. I had already made arrangement to have lunch with my youngest sister Friday afternoon. Now just the thought a getting new fabric I have a hard time remembering my sister.

" Just come by my house around 10:30 and we will all ride with Stephanie. My sister lives about an hour away. So will we see you?" First reaction Yes! But I did not say anything at first. " Sound great I would love to do that but I am not sure that I can get to your house in time. " Her response was her usual response to anything " Well if you can make we see you then. Call me in the morning." End of conversation.


My pulse quickens as I walk by my sewing studio, which is still in a mess from a couple of days ago. I look at the stash of fabric that I promised my self to use before making any more purchases. But none of that mattered because my stash did not have the colors I want to wear for this spring and summer.
Fushia, plum, saffron orange, honey colors were absent from the stacks of fabric that were mine. This could be my justification for purchasing more fabric.

Arent these color just beautify.

My sister is used to being usurped by a fabric sale. I could see her after she got off work and I could also see the little designers as well. Its 8:50 Friday morning and I still have not made my decision yet. Buying fabric is like eating chips you could eat just one but why when the flavor is in your mouth and the bowl is full of chips. If I go and buy just one piece of fabric I can then justify purchasing more because nothing in my stash matches what I just bought.
Oops I have to go. Jackie is calling me right now so I guest I have to make up my mind. She is going to need a ride.




Grief!

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