I bring you greetings on Day 113 of The Stashpocalypse...or whatever the hellish fever might be called that has befallen me over the last month.
Friends, I have been bitten; my immunity compromised and weakened, perhaps by grief. I have become a walker. This strange fever lures me from the safety of my cozy sewing nook into the outside world where fabric lies waiting for my touch. The outside calls to me...the fabric begs to assume residence in my cupboards. Resistance has proven futile. Broken are the blinders, the shackles, and the sheer determination that once kept me from the "Badlands".
I am not in control. My credit cards bear the scars, the carnage has mounted to a point where I can no longer hide it from my loved ones. It is possible that Mr. PurpleBoots may flee this marital union and Not-So-Little PurpleBoots may have to eat Kraft Dinner and forego any hope of future post secondary education.
It is in the spirit of honesty, admission, reconciliation and guilt that I share with you the following *very graphic photos* of the textiles that have made their way into my home over the last 3 weeks...