I'd like to tell you a story of a very obsessed girl.
It's late at night, everyone is asleep in the house but the girl. She is an artist, she makes little dollies and she is working on one this quiet evening. The doll needs a blue dress...hmmm, first the girl looks in her fabric stash, no blue. Next she tip toes into her daughters closet. Her daughter is a growing gal and often has clothing that no longer fits her. Hmmm, still no blue fabric. Now the girl wanders into her own closet tiptoeing as to not wake her husband and there it is the perfect blue fabric. She considers the shirt that is made of the very fabric she has in dire need of. It's a nice shirt, she wears it sometimes but not too frequently. It's a perfectly good shirt, no reason it should be destroyed....no matter....snip snip snip...the shirt is now a perfect dolly dress.
Okay I must confess the girl is me. I have little self control when it comes to needing fabric and quite frankly when the time comes no shirt, dress or piece of clothing in the house is safe:)