... or that's what I was beginning to think. Why? Well, last week was half-term, which meant that my son and family were coming up to see us. Before they arrived I thought I'd better tidy up my sewing room, aka the conservatory. So I sorted, folded, and generally piled up all the bits of fabric I had around and put them all in the cupboard, where they should have been anyway. Now, by a lot of people's standards, I don't have a large stash and I therefore don't have a large cupboard to keep it in, but as I kept putting more and more stuff away I did think I was getting a lot of extra fabric in, but I was happy about that and just thought the cupboard must have magical powers that meant it could just keep storing more and more..
It was only a couple of days later that I discovered it wasn't magic after all - the back had come off, and as I pushed stuff in the front, it was falling out the back onto the floor.
Now I'm off to order some storage thingies I've seen advertised that I can fold the fabric round and store them on end like books.