Hi, my name is Amy and I'm addicted to fabric.
Fabric makes me happy. Walking into a fabric store and seeing bolts of fabric lined wall-to-wall has a strange effect on me. I feel like myself. I feel refreshed. I feel calm. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by the rows and rows of brilliant colors with all sorts of shapes and designs and patterns. It is a good overwhelmed; an excited overwhelmed; a ‘bring-it-on-and-let-me-get-creative’ overwhelmed.
I could spend hours looking at and feeling the fabrics and dreaming up all the things I could create with the beautiful colors and textures before me.
I have a hard time walking out of a fabric store empty handed (unless, of course, that fabric store is a big ‘box’ store where the line is always long and the customer service is less than mediocre…okay, off the soap box now!)
I realize I have an addiction. I am addicted to fabric. This isn’t a necessarily a bad thing. My love for fabric has allowed me to sew beautiful things for others and myself. It has allowed me to use my imagination to combine various patterns and shapes and textures to create new things. It has allowed me to have an ‘escape’ from the realities of the day and get ‘lost’ in using my creative side.
My addiction has also, however, created an abundance of “this will be great for something” fabrics that I buy and keep piling up. I have a vast assortment of colors and designs in my ‘collection’ to choose from when I start something new. I have piles of scrapes of all shapes and sizes.
I could sew for months (if only I’d be so lucky to have so much free time!) with the fabric I have!
This is both good and bad. Inevitably, I start a project intending to use a particular fabric, I discover I don’t have enough to make what I would like, and I head off to the fabric store to buy more. To add to my collection. To feed my addiction. To allow myself, once again, to take a small break from reality and get lost in the land of fabric.