Say, for instance, you went to Fabrics Galore recently, and you already bought some stuff you haven’t used. Say also that your lovely friend wants to go and get fabrics for this beaded scarf idea she has, and you mention that you know a good place. Say that you hatch a plan where she drives down to visit you and collect her overlocker and then you drive her across South London to the fabric shop.
It wouldn’t be unreasonable of you to come home with another bag of fabric, would it?
The trouble with that place is that there are too many nice things, and the prices are so reasonable, that you feel silly for not picking up something lovely while you’re there. And I do have plans for some of these things, in the bag department, only I do seem to be running at a snail’s pace when it comes to actually making anything at the moment.
So I have stash guilt, even though Mr Joleo called while I was in the middle of the shop and told me to ‘get enough stuff’ this time. It’s only made worse by seeing what lovely things Helen has made from our last trip, compounded by having bought the same fabrics and yet being far too lazy to have done anything with them. I ought to have been a Catholic really, with the amount of pointless guilt I carry. When we got home, Jo asked to see the stash and declared that it wasn’t that bad at all, and in fact made it seem like a very reasonable amount of fabric to have hanging about at home. This is the mark of the very best kind of friend I think.
Happily Jo also found the right kind of fabrics for her scarves and made herself a new friend in the owner of the shop. And me? Well, I now know how to drive there in the car…













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