Since I went on my self-imposed fabric diet on January 1, I've been feeling surprisingly un-deprived. Before, when I went into the fabric store, something always made me buy fabric. Even when it was too expensive. Even if I didn't need it. Even if I didn't know what to do with it. Even (my personal favorite) when it was a color that didn't suit me.
The only fabric I've purchased since the beginning of the year is lining. I've looked at the newsletters from Gorgeous Fabrics and Emma One Sock, and I've even wandered over to the sites, but I'm not tempted. (I discontinued Fabric.com's newsletter because it was an almost daily occurrence and though it's the least tempting of the lot, I figured the frequency might make me fall). What has gotten into me?
It's hard to believe that I'm getting the same rush from shopping my stash as I did when I shopped to create the stash. And it's making me re-think my plans for certain fabrics. Not too long ago (okay, well maybe 6-8 months ago), I organized the "better" stash and tagged quite a few fabrics with their potential pattern numbers. Yet for every fabric I've pulled out so far this year, the fabric has gone to something completely different than what I'd had in mind. And I'm not missing any of those pre-planned projects: the spontaneous ideas I'm getting are working much better for me.
I really think fabric shopping feeds the beast the way eating junk food or drinking too much or (insert your bad habit here) feeds the beast. It's not necessary, it's not even always fun, but it relieves the pressure and makes you feel better. Turns out the beast also feeds on creativity. Who knew?