Addiction

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

to the

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.

‘Just five.’

She sighed and started cutting.

I sighed too.

Sucked me in again.