I make a point
of staying away from fabric stores.
All that material is magnetic
to my eyes and my fingers.
I collect fabric.
I don’t like sewing.
I’m just addicted
colour & texture.
I know my weakness.
I have not entered a fabric store all year.
I already have enough
for three lifetimes.
At this last minute, I decided that I need to make
my grandbabes a Christmas stocking.
I kept piling the fabric on the table.
The clerk asked what I was making.
‘Christmas Stockings.’ I replied.
‘HOW MANY?’ she questioned.
She sighed and started cutting.
I sighed too.
Sucked me in again.