Back in July I flew to Townsville to see my dear sister and her lovely family. I only went for 2 nights so only took a carry on bag which still seemed quite full of my clothes.
As she was getting ready to move to China she was destashing her fabric stash. What joy!!! I didn't want to bring another bag home and have to pay for luggage so I squished, squashed and crammed lots of new to me fabric into the little bag!! I did buy a few pieces at this most gorgeous shop too.
I think there is nothing nicer than looking at other fabric stashes.
a) it means you are not alone in your obsession
b) I love hearing about where the pieces come from and what they were 'going' to be used for
c) I love the visual and tactile sensation of being surrounded with fabric
I still remember my Mum and two of her sisters laughing and chatting while going through my Mum's fabric stash on many an occasion. I think they all think of those times with fondness.
So these fabrics are now neatly folded members of my own fabric stash. Some of them might be passed on to someone else one day when I have a 'destashing' day.