I’ve an issue. Properly, a number of issues, however right now we’re speaking in regards to the 37 yards of cloth presently taking on residence in my closet. A few of it’s been there so lengthy it might legally vote. That stunning linen? Purchased for a particular mission in 2018. The designer wool? “Too good to chop.” The rainbow of quilting cotton? Properly, it was on sale.
Each time I open that closet, I swear the material whispers, “Bear in mind whenever you had been going to make that costume?” The guilt is actual. However so is the enjoyment of petting my hoard like a cloth dragon sitting on her treasure.
Final week I attempted the KonMari technique. I bought so far as “does this spark pleasure?” earlier than shopping for three extra yards of floral voile. Some habits die laborious.
