I'm here to admit something today, to open myself up like a book and let everyone see just what has really been going on in my life. I'm not sure if anyone else has problems with addictions, or addictive behaviors, but I've got to share something that's really been weighing me down. Here goes.
I'm addicted to fabric.
There, I said it. I love fabric. I love the designs, I love the feel, I love the colors, I love the simplicity of some, and I love the intricacies of others. I can't help it. I could look at fabric for hours. And I have. And I will do it again. I'm ashamed of my addiction, but I've also not hit rock bottom yet. This means that for someone like me, trying to help me just won't work. I have to want to get better.
My husband is partially to blame because like every addict, I have to be able to blame my problems on someone else. It's pretty much his fault because he bought me that deliciously wonderful sewing machine. I'd never sewn more than a few hundred stitches in my life before this last few weeks. If he hadn't enabled me, I might be on the road to recovery, but it's just not so. I've fallen head over heels in love with words like "Jelly Roll, Layer Cake, Fat Quarter, Charm Pack and Honey Bun". I've also been known to sneak onto websites when my family isn't looking to get reminders on how to make a Disappearing 9 Patch for the next quilt I am working on. I've even been caught buying pre-cut squares on eBay. It's true... and as horrible as it sounds, I can't seem to stop thinking up new designs or color combinations.
I'm a lost cause. Don't even bother trying to get help or set up an intervention, because chances are I'll just bring you down with me. And you'll do it smiling. Just like I am.