Hi, My Name is Kate, and I'm Addicted to Fabric.

Well, here it is: my first post. OK, my first substantial post.

Having read several fantastic and inspirational quilting blogs over the past few months, I have decided to jump in myself. While I can't guarantee I will provide inspiration, I'll do my best to commiserate with you. It's what I do best.

My joy in discovering the quilt-blogging world was to find that I wasn't alone in my compulsion, or my frustrations, or the ease with which I can drop a project in favor of new one. I am not the world's only fabric magpie, and have good company in forsaking critical tasks for the satisfying hum of a sewing machine. My stack of unfinished projects -- those that confounded me, bored me, tried my patience or just got shoved to the side by the early arrival of twins or an engagement announcement -- keeps growing, and I am forever grateful to the Ziploc folks for finally making two-gallon storage bags to at least keep them organized.

I have too many ideas in my head, and not enough time to execute them. I have too much fabric, and usually these new ideas require buying even more. There's not a flat surface in my house that hasn't, at some point, been covered with quilt blocks. I have more than a dozen rulers. I pour over the Hancock's of Paducah catalog like I'm six and it's from Toys R Us. I can't go more than a few days without sewing something. I see patterns in buildings, and walkways, and try to figure out how they'd translate into a wall quilt. I have called in sick to work to finish a project.

And I'm not ashamed to admit any of it to people who understand.

And for that, I'm truly thankful.