• You regard being down to a pound of silk as being totally out of silk.
• You panic about whether or not the resupply is going to be here IN TIME. In time for what, exactly? You know. In time.
• You’re down to half a bump each (or 12-15 pounds) of 5 different kinds of commercial wool top, and are worrying you might be pushing it waiting a couple of weeks to restock it on the grounds that…
• …you really need to clean up your yarn room, because the mound of trash fiber on the floor is definitely larger than the cat.
• You’re going to throw that trash fiber away.
• The only room in the house without a fiber project in it is the bathroom…
• …and that’s got fiber catalogs in it.
• You aren’t sure how many spinning wheels you have, and are afraid you’ll be off by more than 5 if you guess.
• There’s at least 50 pounds of prepped fiber, interesting fiber even, not just white raw materials, sitting in your studio, but when you go to see what you’ll spin next, it looks like there’s nothing there to spin, so…
• …you’ve got to prep more.
• Heck, you might as well buy more too.
• You’ve got a lint roller in every room, to keep you from eating cashmere by accident.
• You leave the studio without de-fibering yourself hardly at all, and go somewhere in public… at which point you realize people are staring at you and you’re literally covered in fluff from head to toe.
• You know off the top of your head which lint roller refills are interoperable with what rollers… and that all of them are not interchangeable. Nope, they aren’t.
• When you put your hair up, you do it just like if you were securing a skein.
• You think of yourself as having a 3-foot staple with a harsh feel to it and high micron count, definitely not next-to-skin soft.
• You don’t wonder anymore if you can spin the random fibrous things you encounter in odd places like the supermarket. You don’t wonder, because you know. You know, because you’ve tried.
• You keep thinking it’s going to be great to hit the bookstore and look for a few new yarn type books, but then you get there and realize your shelves at home are larger than the yarn-related sections at most stores. Yes, including the knitting, sewing, weaving, crochet, and magazines. Sigh.
• But on the bright side, several of the books they do have are by friends of yours.
• Your mother’s in town, and she asks you for a cable needle. You tell her you don’t have one, because you swore off knitting cables many years ago. She looks at you in horror with the words unspoken on her lips: what have I wrought, unleashing upon the world a child who grew up into a woman who has no cable needle? This doesn’t seem at all strange to you, until someone else points out most mothers would probably reserve that level of shock for, say, not having silverware.
• As a result of all that, you both have to go to the nearby award-winning famous yarn store. While there, you both shop for projects and yarn… and end up saying “I give up, the right yarn isn’t here, let’s go raid my stash instead.”
• The yarn you were looking for is in your stash.
• The hardest part of winter is the static, because it makes your fiber recalcitrant.
• The hardest part of summer is picking what projects and fibers won’t kill you from the heat.
• You can’t leave home for 8 hours without taking enough fiber, yarn, and projects that are already in progress to last you a month.
• You dream fondly of the apocalypse, thinking how great it’ll be when everyone suddenly cares about textile production because without it, they’d have no clothes.
• Your child actually speaks the sentence, “That’s just my mom. Don’t talk to her unless you like boring yarn and stuff,” and he’s probably right.
• You have smaller variants of pretty much every type of textile equipment featured on TV shows like “How It’s Made” — except for the really esoteric ones like suction-based devices to turn things right side out after seaming, and you know you’d probably pick one of those up too, if you ran across one.
• Despite your 3 feet of hair, you have more soaps for fiber than you do shampoo and conditioner.

Let’s hear it — I know you’ve all got more.