I have been struck down for the last week with the most painful cold, my sinuses keep making me wish my nose would fall off so it didn’t hurt. I also have another, more expensive, illness. Stash sickness. It’s a chronic, incurable disease characterised at it’s worst by sneaking in some or all of your purchase to hide it from your spouse, constantly telling yourself that you need that fabric/thread/yarn/etc for a bag/skirt/jersey/blanket/etc that you will definitely make really soon. In milder cases you can still find yourself destashing by giveaways, gifts, donations or sales to make way for more. Once you get to the worse stages you are more likely to find you cannot bare to part with anything just in case.
It’s not so bad at the start, you may not even notice it developing. When my illness started I only had one small tub of fabric, a few threads and scissors that fitted in one (ONE!!) drawer and a sewing machine – from my gran, not bought. Well since then it’s….oh it’s much. much worse now. My fabric stash grew to one large tub. Then two. Fabric became obedient to me and would follow me home with the mere flick of my bank card. My fabric roams free on the shelf now, free range style.
Then I became struck down with the worst possible symptom: working in a craft store. The job itself sucked and made me sick. But the frequent sales, staff discount and regular income….bad combo for a stash sickness sufferer. Fabric followed me home, stuffing, floss, beads, buttons, ribbons and anything else that looked pretty. That job only lasted a little while, thank goodness. It did however pad out my stash to epic proportions. Then there’s the other very very bad thing for a stash sickness – the enabler. When my mother found out I was starting embroidery she gave me her cross stitch stash. Bags and bags of floss. I spent hours winding it all on to bobbins. And selling the extras – which helped my stash grow.
At that point it’s just easier to accept the fact that you will never get over this sickness and find ways to live with it as it worsens. Things to avoid:
Learning new hobbies:
Which leads to a new stash – because floss and fabric just aren’t enough. Obviously.
Empty space is to be avoided at all time. It will be filled. Craft store sales…oh nonono. Relatives are to be avoided, particularly elderly ones who are looking to pass on their stash. Before you know it you’ll be storing it all in shelving units as tall as you are (I’ll spare you the horror of that sight) and of course that doesn’t include the stuffing. Wool and polyfill. And the sewing threads. Scrap bag. Dowels of various lengths and sizes. Assorted WIPs that are scattered around the house which has the bonus of making my WIP pile look smaller. Don’t catch crafty, people. DON’T DO IT! Your resistance to stash sickness will be nil, zero, silch. And there is no cure. Consider yourself warned.