If any of you read my earlier posts, where I obsessed about problems at
work, then you know about my problems. If you didn't, well suffice to say
there were some.
Anyway, I said that reading(and answering) NG postings had helped me to feel
better. Just a few days after I started lurking here, I was forced to go
shopping at Wal-mart because my youngest DD needed something for school.
While cruising the aisles, I realized how very depressed I was. I mean I
didn't even want to shop, it felt alien to me to be there. The sight of
chocolate did nothing for me. I meandered into the garden center and cheered
up a little looking at Christmas decorations(this was Oct 7 after all). Once
I left the department my depression returned and crying as quietly as
possible I made my way toward the food section.
However, along the way I caught sight of the crafts department and veered in
that direction. At first I just felt numb, then I went over to the books. I
didn't find anything I wanted but I was feeling better. I stopped at the
quilting section, picked out a few things then put them back because I
really didn't have the money to spare. Then, I moved on to fabrics. I
started at the discount table, then went to the vertical racks, and
eventually made my way to the full wall of horizontal bolts.
After I'd placed three bolts in my cart I realized I wasn't depressed
anymore, I still had a slight ache in my chest but that was all. So I took a
deep breath and began to run my hands over the fabric in front of me. I
started to let go of all those negative thoughts about work, and give myself
over to the feel of the fabric. In just a few minutes I was relaxed and the
ache was gone. Instead of telling myself that I didn't have money for the
fabric I wanted, I bought it.
Since then I've gone back and bought more. I even broke down and bought a
pack of FQs, which I find outrageously priced. I figure I've actually saved
money. If my depression had continued I certainly would have needed therapy,
Now, if I can just remember this lesson the next time I cry myself home from
work perhaps I'll stop crying myself home from work. Actually I don't think
I have since that visit to Wal-ly World. Hey! It's working already.
Ruth (in GOZ, not happy camp but
Laugh and the world laughs with you
weep and you weep alone,
For the good old earth must borrow its mirth,
but has troubles enough of its own.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
> This fabric withdrawl is too funny.
> I used to be a Supervisor in a fabric store. Fabric was all I knew. My
> family was becoming buried in it. However, by the time I quit my job.... I
> was burned out on fabric and sewing. I madly stashed every last bit of it
> all over that house for two reasons: A.) so I wouldn't have to see it and
> B.) So my husband would never have a clue as to just exactly how much
> I had or the expense going into it. Well, I got the urge last week to
> but one problem... I forgot where I stashed my Fabric!!!!
> My 13 year old son and I ravaged the house without any luck for two
> Ultimately, I gave up. Then while searching for a pen in a desk 8 feet
> my computer..... my son found one of my stashes. I was exhillerated but
> still did not stop me from going out and buying more fabric!!! After all I
> needed white on white and some black and............
> Happy quilting!
> Andee Heslin
> Columbus, Ohio
> > I stopped at my LQS today to buy hand-quilting thread. I ended up buying
> > seven half-yard cuts of fabric, one pattern, and two magazines. Oh,
> > yeah, and I bought the thread.
> > I know I need a support group. If I haven't bought any fabric during the
> > week, I start shaking by the weekend. By the way, four of the fabrics
> > were pink-on-pink reproduction fabrics. I thought they would make a cute
> > "reproduction" doll quilt for my daughter.
> > April
> > --
> > April Barnswell
> > The Quilter's Bookshop
> > http://www.thequiltersbookshop.com