Setting: Home, in the evening, repeated a few times over the previous months
Me: "Honey, I'm buying too much fabric; you need to tell me to stop."
Mr. Jay: "It's OK... if it makes you happy."
Me: "It does, but I have enough, and I need to quit buying more. Please tell me to stop."
Mr. Jay: "I trust you; it's not like you're going to drive us in to the ground or anything."
Me: /doubting his words as he says them
Seeing that I was married to a complete enabler, I knew I had to take matters in to my own hands. So I made a deal with myself:
I could only buy fabric if:
- I sold something (a quilt most likely)
- it was for a commissioned project
- Someone gave me money designated for it (it is my birthday in a couple weeks)
- I earned it some other way (guest blogging/design, etc.)
I immediately got started on a project I could send out the design for, but I can't sew as fast as I want to shop!
And I got desperate.
Yes, I am that girl.
I haven't got it all rolled yet, but I will... and my itchy, clicky fingers will once again be satisfied. I have collected this money mostly from the tips my husband has left me in the laundry over our three some years of marriage (he has a problem cleaning out his pockets). I believe this satisfies the, "I earned it some other way" requirement.
In other news, here's a little peek at something I'm working on... you *might* see this show up in a certain bake shop soon.