Intellectually, I knew it, but yesterday proved that I have internalized the truth. I have more than enough fabric in my personal stash to last me the rest of my time here.
What caused this revelation? The annual Fabric Flea Market. For past devotees of this blog, you've read about this fabriganza before, in 2010 and 2011. My camera didn't come along with me yesterday, but the above scene from last year is an accurate rendition, believe me. Hundreds of happy shoppers, the buzz of conversation, punctuated by squeals of delight and laughter as new finds and old friends are located. Much of The Sewing Lawyer's extensive stash, including fabric, notions, patterns and miscellaneous tools, was found at this annual event (yesterday was the 19th). Every year, I spend the Friday before sorting through donations (this is a fundraiser event), which leads to the perk of being in the right place at the right time to scoop those delicious things that, if only I had known it, I had been looking for all those years.
It was different this year. Not only have my friend G and I graciously and apparently successfully eased out of the role of being "The Organizers", we both left the venue early with (in my case anyway) very little in the way of stash acquisition, and pocketbook mostly intact. And not exhausted, another very good thing!
The stash remains ample. I did have to go to a real store to buy some more thread, but NO MORE FABRIC!


