Fabric Diet

I supposed to be on a fabric diet. I have so much fabric it's leaking out my ears. Some women buy shoes. Others buy clothes. Others buy jewelry. Someday I will have Ross take photos of my fabric closet and the unseemly amount of fabric I have. I could feed a small Third World nation on my fabric budget alone. And simply using the word budget sounds as though I plan. The very thought is ludicrous. I don't plan, I spend on a whim. Because luscious fabrics like this one come along and speak my name ...



... and then what am I supposed to do?

I can turn down chocolate. I can turn down pie. Even cake. But that? I cannot turn that down. It's simply too tempting ...