I've been reading several posts about stashes lately. Carolyn and Marji wrote posts about their stashes and I referenced mine in my last post. I do have a stash and I'm not apologizing about it. I didn't steal it, no one went hungry or did without because of it. Fabric, yarn, patterns, you name it. My stash is no where near the size of some. I rarely have guilty feelings about it. When I do it's because I'm not using it. It's sitting there gathering dust, taking up space. I'm not being productive. I enjoy sewing in all it's forms. Well, ok not mending, but dressmaking, quilting, embroidering you name it. I've crocheted since I was seven, knitted since I was 12. One of my earliest memories is being home with the measles "makng" a quilt. One Christmas I got a set that included all the fiber arts to include weaving (and I still wish I had that loom)and until this Christmas it was the best gift I ever received. I enjoy being able to come home in the afternoon and having something new to wear the next day. I enjoy saying, "I made it myself", when someone compliments me on something I'm wearing. I haven't reached SABLE (stash accumulated beyond life expectancy) yet, no where near it. But I'm afraid that if I don't get a lot of it sewn up soon, I'll retire and have no place to wear the clothes I love to sew. I used to sew a lot, but life intervened. I got remarried, I went back to school, I took a job that requires a near 4 hour commute. Then I gained weight, but that'a whole nother story. So no I don't feel guilty, but I stopped buying, because I wasn't using it. But I'm going to start. I'm concerned about some of the small shops I visit. I realize I can't keep them afloat, but I can do my part. I sew, knit and quilt because I enjoy it. The world and its pressures recede when I'm in my room. It puts me in a better mood. I enjoy it, I smile, time flies. Even when things go wrong. If I didn't enjoy it, it would be a job. And I've got one of those.