I think I've finally entered fabriholic hell... I have been folding and sorting fabric for days, and while I've obviously made a dent in the piles of stash bins, I think I've finally reached the saturation point where it's no longer fun to fondle and fold fabric.
On an up-note, I did get to sew yesterday. I went to class and finished one small part of a quilt I'm making (one block sewn and three blocks put together. I also completed the current mystery block from Ula Lenz's website. It's a ... whoops... that would be telling... I'll post a pic on flickr when she reveals the mystery.
It was cathartic and healing and fun to sew for a while, surrounded by a whole gruop of like-minded ladies.
Yet somehow, it was not cathartic enough to inspire me to WANT to fold fabric when I got home.
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