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I thought I'd share my transgression. Step 1: Admitting there's a problem (defeating the denial) I order lots of fabrics via internet- I have more than enough for the hereafter. I currently am on a serious fabric diet. I have squished myself right out of my sewing room- my DH reminds me of this often. I have started tipping the post office people to carry the boxes (and keep it quiet)- that I can't lift to my car because I can no longer have DH do it without threats of burning my stash, giving it to the gypsies, or burying me in it. Well I couldn't sleep so I got on the internet, I ran across a fabric site- look but don't push Enter. I ran across the neatest fabric store but alas it was not set up for online ordering or fabric viewing, just teasers. I thought I'd drop the proprietor a friendly note to urge him into the 21st century and that I alone could probably fund his retirement. I explained that I loved his site, that I often order at midnight when everyone is asleep in my pyjamas and listed all the other sites I perused often that had great models for him. Well..... A few days before my DH had to use my laptop in a pinch. He had to set up a newsgroup for his colleagues here and abroad for some project. About a week laterl I got up at night to use the computer- couldn't sleep. He came up behind and asked what I was doing- of course I was searching the fabric sites- just looking, honest (but he didn't have to scare me like that). That is when he recited my email and told me I sent the kindly message not only to the fabric site but also posted it to his newsgroup, where he and everyone he works with read it. How embarassing. I couldn't deny I'd been buying fabric without outright lying (massaging the truth is legal). I really didn't know what to say. I was so busted. I am out of control. My family looks at me like an addict, no matter how many things I produce the stash isn't going down and I cannot pass up beautiful fabrics. I did start decorating with the folds I cannot commit to a project yet. I think they are beautiful just folded and fanned in different rooms. My DH sees it as a thinly veiled ruse to usurp more space. Any other transgressors? Michelle Italy |
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oh --I just found my twin !!
Does having to get the attic FINISHED, top you ??? Linda. c/o Reading PA. "Atom1" wrote in message ... I thought I'd share my transgression. Step 1: Admitting there's a problem (defeating the denial) I order lots of fabrics via internet- I have more than enough for the hereafter. I currently am on a serious fabric diet. I have squished myself right out of my sewing room- my DH reminds me of this often. I have started tipping the post office people to carry the boxes (and keep it quiet)- that I can't lift to my car because I can no longer have DH do it without threats of burning my stash, giving it to the gypsies, or burying me in it. Well I couldn't sleep so I got on the internet, I ran across a fabric site- look but don't push Enter. I ran across the neatest fabric store but alas it was not set up for online ordering or fabric viewing, just teasers. I thought I'd drop the proprietor a friendly note to urge him into the 21st century and that I alone could probably fund his retirement. I explained that I loved his site, that I often order at midnight when everyone is asleep in my pyjamas and listed all the other sites I perused often that had great models for him. Well..... A few days before my DH had to use my laptop in a pinch. He had to set up a newsgroup for his colleagues here and abroad for some project. About a week laterl I got up at night to use the computer- couldn't sleep. He came up behind and asked what I was doing- of course I was searching the fabric sites- just looking, honest (but he didn't have to scare me like that). That is when he recited my email and told me I sent the kindly message not only to the fabric site but also posted it to his newsgroup, where he and everyone he works with read it. How embarassing. I couldn't deny I'd been buying fabric without outright lying (massaging the truth is legal). I really didn't know what to say. I was so busted. I am out of control. My family looks at me like an addict, no matter how many things I produce the stash isn't going down and I cannot pass up beautiful fabrics. I did start decorating with the folds I cannot commit to a project yet. I think they are beautiful just folded and fanned in different rooms. My DH sees it as a thinly veiled ruse to usurp more space. Any other transgressors? Michelle Italy |
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my name is emjay, and i am a fabric junkie....i have filled the sewing room,
invaded the guest room, and begun filling the basement bedroom with bolts. i, too, smuggle fabric into the house. i hide it under the steps, upstairsin the bedrooms, and the ups and usps delivery people know me by name. i sew, on occasion, but recognise that just the having is sometimes enough. yes, i make trips to the fabric store just to pet it. yes, i buy a "little bit", just because it is beautiful. yes, i buy it on e-bay, fabric.com, dharma, etc...but i have a defense. i quilt. i sew renaissance costumes. i have sewn wedding attire. i have sewn costumes for school. therefore, it pays to have a "stock". i will retire in less than 10 years--then i will not have the bux to buy. ..my husband just shakes his head, and comments, " it is a disease, isn't it"...and wanders off. the bargain we have struck is: he does not invade my fabric, and i do not inventory his: lumber, power tools, woodworking tools, wrenches, bicycles (last count, over 10...). he has a progressive, eventually fatal neurological condition. therefore, he must enjoy what he can, while he can. and, knowing i will eventually be his caretaker--i stockpile fabric. it is far healthier than drinking!!! welcome to the madhouse. we're all mad here. and we collect fabric. muahahahahahah! |
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Step 1 (Atom1) =A0=A0=A0=A0I thought I'd share my transgression. snip ------------------------------------------ Here follows a list of the seven Deadly Stash SIns, posted for all the sewing world to see and Tsk-Tsk over---Yeah, RIGHT!=A0Like the vast majority of us don't suffer from the same acquisitiveness and lack of proper storage space! Except for Penny, who suffers from an acute and virtually unexplainable case of self-control, and who also gets plenty of biking exercise, which keeps her out of fabric shops. -------------------------------------------- =A0=A0Step 1: Admitting there's a problem (defeating the denial) =A0=A0=A0=A0I order lots of fabrics via internet- I have more than enough for the hereafter. =A0=A0=A0=A0I currently am on a serious fabric diet. I have squished myself right out of my sewing room- my DH reminds me of this often.snip I can no longer have DH do it without threats of burning my stash, giving it to the gypsies, or burying me in it. ------------------------------------------------- Allrightie then! You must find a suitable attack position. Take a page from the Men's Daily Living Journal, which men learn from age 2: Never defend, always attack. FInd the opponent's weak spot, then go in for the kill. What does he hoard/collect/spend great amounts of family cash on? Use this as the spring-board to mount your offensive. NEVER let yourself be pushed into a defensive, explanatory posture. To do so is to lose the war. And it is a war, baby, it's been named and claimed by generations who have been in the trenches. It's called The War Between The Sexes. It's real, and it's a take-no-prisoners enterprise. ----------------------------------------------- =A0=A0=A0=A0Well I couldn't sleep so I got on the internet, I ran across a fabric site- snip ...teasers. I thought I'd drop the proprietor a friendly note to urge him into the 21st century and that I alone could probably fund his retirement. I explained that I loved his site, that I often order at midnight when everyone is asleep in my pyjamas and listed all the other sites I perused often that had great models for him. Well..... =A0=A0=A0=A0A few days before my DH had to use my laptop in a pinch. He had to set up a newsgroup for his colleagues here and abroad for some project. =A0=A0=A0=A0About a week laterl I got up at night to use the computer- couldn't sleep. He came up behind and asked what I was doing- of course I was searching the fabric sites- just looking, honest (but he didn't have to scare me like that). That is when he recited my email and told me I sent the kindly message not only to the fabric site but also posted it to his newsgroup, where he and everyone he works with read it. How embarassing. I couldn't deny I'd been buying fabric without outright lying (massaging the truth is legal). I really didn't know what to say. I was so busted. ----------------------------------------------- I see that you have a severe lack of proper defensive perimeters. Your fabric collecting campaign lacks proper spies to counter-mand his control issues. You MUST have clean-up programs in place, as well as early-warning systems. The early-warning system is obligatory. It can consist of a closed door, squeaky floor boards, a small yappy dog, or a toddler who alerts to Daddy, strategically placed to give an early alert. If all else fails, oil or wax the hallway. Clean-up programs are self-explanatory: delete, delete, delete. --------------------------------------------------- =A0I am out of control. My family looks at me like an addict, no matter how many things I produce the stash isn't going down and I cannot pass up beautiful fabrics. I did start decorating with the folds I cannot commit to a project yet. I think they are beautiful just folded and fanned in different rooms. My DH sees it as a thinly veiled ruse to usurp more space. =A0=A0=A0=A0Any other transgressors? =A0=A0=A0=A0Michelle,=A0=A0Italy ----------------------------------------------------- Do I hang lengths of fabric over curtain rods in lieu of proper draperies? Do I display particularly fine textiles smoothed out over the beds? Do I pack lengths in boxes under said beds? Do I have auxiliary storage in every closet? Have I been squeezed out of my sewing room by stash? Do I also have a vintage textile stash, composed of tablecloths, napkins, fancy aprons, pillowslips, etc.? SO WHAT? I'm an addict, you're an addict. I have been known to go without food in order to have more money for stash. Top that, or you are still just an amateur, a piker, a mere dabbler in textiles. --------------------------------------------------- Tongue-in-chic reply aside, I do believe I have issues with stash, so have resisted buying anything for months now, although I use any flimsy pretext to visit the fabric stores and fondle my way through the aisles. Look at the way I enthusiastically hied myself to Hancock to get the facts on the sewing machine ad someone posted about seeing in Sunday's newspaper. My name is Cea, and I have a problem. That visit, of course, mandated a trip to Joanne fabrics. The only thing I bought was a Threads mag, with a 40% off coupon. Few tremors or other withdrawal symptoms were in evidence, so the weaning program I am on is working, unless I bust out in a grand slam soon. As a wanna-be amateur psychologist, with all of the ignorance and attendant lack of formal education in the subject, I have come to the conclusion that an obsession with such tactile things indicates a severe lack in other areas on one's life, and an avoidance of facing such issues. I do believe there is truth in this. Well. An issue faced is an issue which can no longer be swept under the fabric collection. Yours In Stash, Cea |
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Are you a 'babe in the woods', Liz?! Do you have any idea what those fish
for a few meals actually cost?! I figure that each salmon that my hubby brings home has cost about $100 Cdn per ounce!!!!!! Now maybe your DH is not a fanatic, but has he disclosed the cost of those paltry rods and reels that he owns? My own other half has quite the collection of different casting and fly rods with their accompanying reels, lines and leaders. They may not take up as much space as my stash (most of which is still confinable within my tiny sewing room!), but their dollar value is far higher. Just last week I shipped a rod back for repair and he was upset when I didn't insure it.....the rod (when whole!) is worth $800! To complete the perspective, I don't even need his fishing prowess - I "caught" three salmon the other day and one was already filleted and marinating in teriyaki! A commercial fisherman down the street from me dropped off the fish to thank me for helping him with a computer problem (2 coho and 1 sockeye for 1/2 hour of 'playing' on his computer!). Cynthia "Ward" wrote in message groups.com... I have one of *them* in the house. No real hobbies or interests that cost a dime except fishing and then he brings home enough fish for a couple of meals. Makes me crazy. So, I ignore him. Liz "Maureen Wozniak" wrote in message ... But what do you do when you live with a maddeningly perfect person who spends the family money on other people, but not himself? Does anyone else have a friend whose DH or SO thinks you are a terrible influence on said friend because when asked you always give the right answer--Of course, friend, you must buy that because you need more stash. Maureen wrote: Step 1 (Atom1) I thought I'd share my transgression. snip ------------------------------------------ Here follows a list of the seven Deadly Stash SIns, posted for all the sewing world to see and Tsk-Tsk over---Yeah, RIGHT! Like the vast majority of us don't suffer from the same acquisitiveness and lack of proper storage space! Except for Penny, who suffers from an acute and virtually unexplainable case of self-control, and who also gets plenty of biking exercise, which keeps her out of fabric shops. -------------------------------------------- Step 1: Admitting there's a problem (defeating the denial) I order lots of fabrics via internet- I have more than enough for the hereafter. I currently am on a serious fabric diet. I have squished myself right out of my sewing room- my DH reminds me of this often.snip I can no longer have DH do it without threats of burning my stash, giving it to the gypsies, or burying me in it. ------------------------------------------------- Allrightie then! You must find a suitable attack position. Take a page from the Men's Daily Living Journal, which men learn from age 2: Never defend, always attack. FInd the opponent's weak spot, then go in for the kill. What does he hoard/collect/spend great amounts of family cash on? Use this as the spring-board to mount your offensive. NEVER let yourself be pushed into a defensive, explanatory posture. To do so is to lose the war. And it is a war, baby, it's been named and claimed by generations who have been in the trenches. It's called The War Between The Sexes. It's real, and it's a take-no-prisoners enterprise. ----------------------------------------------- Well I couldn't sleep so I got on the internet, I ran across a fabric site- snip ..teasers. I thought I'd drop the proprietor a friendly note to urge him into the 21st century and that I alone could probably fund his retirement. I explained that I loved his site, that I often order at midnight when everyone is asleep in my pyjamas and listed all the other sites I perused often that had great models for him. Well..... A few days before my DH had to use my laptop in a pinch. He had to set up a newsgroup for his colleagues here and abroad for some project. About a week laterl I got up at night to use the computer- couldn't sleep. He came up behind and asked what I was doing- of course I was searching the fabric sites- just looking, honest (but he didn't have to scare me like that). That is when he recited my email and told me I sent the kindly message not only to the fabric site but also posted it to his newsgroup, where he and everyone he works with read it. How embarassing. I couldn't deny I'd been buying fabric without outright lying (massaging the truth is legal). I really didn't know what to say. I was so busted. ----------------------------------------------- I see that you have a severe lack of proper defensive perimeters. Your fabric collecting campaign lacks proper spies to counter-mand his control issues. You MUST have clean-up programs in place, as well as early-warning systems. The early-warning system is obligatory. It can consist of a closed door, squeaky floor boards, a small yappy dog, or a toddler who alerts to Daddy, strategically placed to give an early alert. If all else fails, oil or wax the hallway. Clean-up programs are self-explanatory: delete, delete, delete. --------------------------------------------------- I am out of control. My family looks at me like an addict, no matter how many things I produce the stash isn't going down and I cannot pass up beautiful fabrics. I did start decorating with the folds I cannot commit to a project yet. I think they are beautiful just folded and fanned in different rooms. My DH sees it as a thinly veiled ruse to usurp more space. Any other transgressors? Michelle, Italy ----------------------------------------------------- Do I hang lengths of fabric over curtain rods in lieu of proper draperies? Do I display particularly fine textiles smoothed out over the beds? Do I pack lengths in boxes under said beds? Do I have auxiliary storage in every closet? Have I been squeezed out of my sewing room by stash? Do I also have a vintage textile stash, composed of tablecloths, napkins, fancy aprons, pillowslips, etc.? SO WHAT? I'm an addict, you're an addict. I have been known to go without food in order to have more money for stash. Top that, or you are still just an amateur, a piker, a mere dabbler in textiles. --------------------------------------------------- Tongue-in-chic reply aside, I do believe I have issues with stash, so have resisted buying anything for months now, although I use any flimsy pretext to visit the fabric stores and fondle my way through the aisles. Look at the way I enthusiastically hied myself to Hancock to get the facts on the sewing machine ad someone posted about seeing in Sunday's newspaper. My name is Cea, and I have a problem. That visit, of course, mandated a trip to Joanne fabrics. The only thing I bought was a Threads mag, with a 40% off coupon. Few tremors or other withdrawal symptoms were in evidence, so the weaning program I am on is working, unless I bust out in a grand slam soon. As a wanna-be amateur psychologist, with all of the ignorance and attendant lack of formal education in the subject, I have come to the conclusion that an obsession with such tactile things indicates a severe lack in other areas on one's life, and an avoidance of facing such issues. I do believe there is truth in this. Well. An issue faced is an issue which can no longer be swept under the fabric collection. Yours In Stash, Cea |
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Michelle, LOL! I must admit to being a "fabric-aholic also. My SO hunts and
fishes and asks me constantly what I am going to do with all of my fabric. I curtly answer, " the same thing you are going to do with your 12 rods and 27 guns." That usually shuts him up. ITMT: I constantly scour eBay and all other fabric venues -- online and locally (and sometimes not so locally) -- for lovely fabrics that I have every intention of using someday. My thoughts are that when I become infirm, I'll have every kind, color, and weight of fabric I'll every need; therefore, I won't have to bother the neighbors about driving me to the fabric store. My philosophy is: Be a good, considerate neighbor and buy everything you can and possibly might need to keep from bothering them. Sounds perfectly logical to me. I don't know why my children and SO look at me as though I've taken leave of my senses. At least amongst you guys I feel as though there's someone who understands me. :) -- Mignon United States Commonwealth of Virginia |
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Good point! I'll have to wonder out to the garage and take inventory. I
know he only has a couple of rods, none worth a whole lot, but I do believe there is a tackle box full of little gems that somehow always get lost in the fishing processes. I don't think I can get the value up to my stash, but at least my stash doesn't get dumped at the bottom of the sea. And, speaking of stashes, for the first time in 30 years I will be off from work this winter (early "retirement"). I have vowed to spend the time turning my stash into clothes. I'll let the group know if I can actually succeed with this not-so-little project. Liz "Mignon" wrote in message news:EbOVc.297502$%_6.150598@attbi_s01... Michelle, LOL! I must admit to being a "fabric-aholic also. My SO hunts and fishes and asks me constantly what I am going to do with all of my fabric. I curtly answer, " the same thing you are going to do with your 12 rods and 27 guns." That usually shuts him up. ITMT: I constantly scour eBay and all other fabric venues -- online and locally (and sometimes not so locally) -- for lovely fabrics that I have every intention of using someday. My thoughts are that when I become infirm, I'll have every kind, color, and weight of fabric I'll every need; therefore, I won't have to bother the neighbors about driving me to the fabric store. My philosophy is: Be a good, considerate neighbor and buy everything you can and possibly might need to keep from bothering them. Sounds perfectly logical to me. I don't know why my children and SO look at me as though I've taken leave of my senses. At least amongst you guys I feel as though there's someone who understands me. :) -- Mignon United States Commonwealth of Virginia |
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Ward wrote:
Good point! I'll have to wonder out to the garage and take inventory. I know he only has a couple of rods, none worth a whole lot, but I do believe there is a tackle box full of little gems that somehow always get lost in the fishing processes. I don't think I can get the value up to my stash, but at least my stash doesn't get dumped at the bottom of the sea. And, speaking of stashes, for the first time in 30 years I will be off from work this winter (early "retirement"). I have vowed to spend the time turning my stash into clothes. I'll let the group know if I can actually succeed with this not-so-little project. Liz Mine appears to be starting a collection of 30+ YO Cannon cameras... And I bought the last one for him! He's delighted, and I have also cut the protest legs out from under him very neatly. I do admit that £125 worth of Cannon A1 takes up less space than a free treadle, but that is as far as I go! ;P -- Kate XXXXXX Lady Catherine, Wardrobe Mistress of the Chocolate Buttons http://www.diceyhome.free-online.co.uk Click on Kate's Pages and explore! |
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