Am I addicted to cross stitch? Hmm. Could be. Let's see now. If we plan a trip of any kind, I get on the computer to see if there are any needle shops along the way. If we go to a flea market or second hand shop, I dash to the areas where I just may find some linen or aida. I order aida or linen just because I like the color. Do I have plans for the fabric when I order it? Heck no, but what stitcher can have too much fabric on hand? My stash "shoe box" graduated to a file box. Then it graduated to a small chest. It's stopping there! Well not really! I picture a stitching area in four rooms of our seven room house. I only said "picture" mind you. I keep ordering floss storage bags. Why? Hmmm. For some reason I keep picking up floss! What can I say? I love the colors, and yes, I can feel the colors as well. I keep the piece that I'm stitching on in a basket with everything I need in with it. This way, at a moments notice, I can grab my stitching up and take it with me. For instance. I had to get Bill to the emergency room a month or so back. He had a "bonding" session with the circular saw which required 21 stitches. While the doctor did his stitching, I stuck right by Bill's side, and did mine. What can I say? So back to the original question. Am I addicted to cross stitch? I am, and I'm proud of it!