I consider myself fairly avarage in the normal department. Not too much of either or…no addictions to speeak of – well except when it comes to coffee. I try to keep it down – but it is verging on being a lost cause (headaches when I forget to have my coffee, hmmm).
So mostly normal…or so I thought. But taking stock of my fabrics (felt a little pressured to do so after various comments) it sems that I was wrong. Very much so. You might even say I have a rather substantial addiction going on.
Okay, fair enough maybe not that bad an addiction in the eyes of the public – the topic for my addiction – it isn’t in the ‘I-need-a-support-group-and-soon’-genre. Though, when you have a very large chest filled up, several boxes in the basement, other boxes in the apartment and under the bed…plus plus plus… living in a small apartment the coming of new fabrics really should match the projects – just to keep it all level. And here is where it goes wrong.
It isn’t that I don’t have an idea when i find new fabric – I always do. To my defence I never buy fabric without a purpose – it is just that there just isn’t enough time to do it all. So some project gets left of for a while…and yes some I forget, though I try to make notes as not to forget. But I just don’t alway carry my notebooks around with me.
This have become a whole lot easier as I just godt my first smartphone – meaning easy access to my notebooks. No excuse to forget now.