I have so much fabric and so many patterns. I keep buying more. I rarely sew these days, though I often go into the sewing room to flip through the patterns and pet the fabric.
I am severely unsatisfied with my current body. And therefore refuse to use any of my fabric to make anything for this body. Both because I don't want to "waste" good fabric on something that will hopefully be much too big sometime soon in the future. And because I don't want to "reward" this body with something nice that it doesn't deserve (not to mention the disappointment I feel when I do make something and it doesn't magically transform me into gorgeousness by virtue of the fact that supposedly it fits better than store stuff. Although fitting has become its own challenge as I am increasingly dissatisfied with my ability in that regard. But that is a whole other post).
Both of these ideas are utterly ridiculous. I know this. I do.
And yet, the fabric pile grows and the machine is only used for making bags and gifts for others.
I am my own worst enemy.