It's that time of year when my fabric stash grows in anticipation of new ranges and production runs to come.
Just before Christmas I visited one of my preferred shirting fabric suppliers. I was in need of a good plain white shirting cotton for little girl's winter blouses. I always love poring over swatch books and dreaming of what garments might come from them.
It's an occupational hazard though, the all too easy justification for feeding a fabric addiction. I tell myself it will be perfect in the range, when in reality, it's just about coveting fabric and wanting to possess a few metres of it.
As well as the white, all these will soon be mine, all mine.