Hi.  My name is Liz.  And I am rapidly becoming a fabric addict.

Making those doll quilts a few weeks ago seems to have lit some kind of fire in me.  It was such a nice way to get back into the habit of quilting.  Cute, fun color combinations mean I don’t have to take the choices too seriously.  Small pieces meant I could use what I already had in my stash.  Small size overall meant I could get from start to finish quickly.  And, I didn’t feel like each one had to have its own purpose or recipient. I didn’t have to assign it to any one person, and didn’t have to worry about whether someone would like it enough to put it out on their couch or guest bed, or if they would just take it and smile even if it wasn’t their cup of tea.  Dolls don’t care.  Neither, really, do toddlers.

Plus, sewing has become something that I do just because I like it.  I’ve been feeling kind of stressed out and overwhelmed recently.  This age (times two) is kicking my ass a lot of the time.  All of the day-to-day obligations (meals, naps, laundry, general childcare) take up so much time and energy that I don’t find I have anything left for larger-scale projects that I want/need to get done (purging the guest room closet, painting the mudroom, etc.).  Sewing, though arguably not “productive” in that same way, is a little bit of escapism for me.

Anyways, so I’ve been working on a few more doll quilts.  I have three in various stages of completion, and a plan for at least two more.  I went to JoAnn’s just to pick up some batting so I could finish one that’s otherwise ready for quilting.  I came home with this:

Yeah, that’s 20 more fat quarters worth of fabric.  Five more yards to add to the stash.  And that doesn’t include the other eight I bought last week that I haven’t used yet, or the 12 that I have used.  While my stash is still nothing spectacular compared to “real” quilters out there…. it’s growing at an alarming rate.  Some of them I bought in groups because I have a plan.  Some I bought just because I thought they were pretty and I have no idea what I’ll do with them.

This is how it begins.  This is how I will soon take over my entire guest room and turn it into my sewing den.  That is, you know, as long as the kids continue to nap.  And I continue to pay other people to clean my house.

Anyways.  I’m admitting it. I have a problem.  I will try to refrain from buying any more fabric for a little while.

Except… well…. I kind of need a black print for some binding… and…