Have you noticed how fancy my fabrics are? And that I am using fine french mohair for a throwaway project, for example? Lest you get the idea that I wear diamond gloves to wash my dishes and floss my teeth with unicorn mane, let me fill you in on a little secret.

Do you know where most of my fabric comes from? Dead Lady Stashes.

I used to go to estate sales and buy fabric from the adult children of dead doyennes of San Francisco, and seriously, I had to stop because I cannot handle having that much gorgeous inexpensive fabric cluttering up my house.

So sister, remember, DO NOT STASH YOUR BEST FABRIC. Because if you do, it will just sit there until you die and then this idiot…

…will buy it for a dollar a yard, and she gets to sew it instead of you.