Yes, I am a quiltaholic. It all began in 1982, July 4th weekend. A friend invited me for a cookout and in showing me his new home also showed me two quilts his mother had made. I began my first quilt 2 months later and have been going ever since. All the money spent on quilting books, mags, fabrics are now collectibles.
Guilt is gone.
Now I'm free to go to the nearest quilt store. They were blown over when I spent almost 2 months salary on a Bernina. They think I have 3 sewing machines, but I did not tell them about the Featherweight I bought. When my daughter is doing a small sewing project, she comes over and goes through my fabric stash and just takes what she needs. And now we have something in common.