When someone asked for a measuring tape and I pulled 3 out of my purse, along with a curved and straight ruler, I knew I was exposed – I was obviously an addict. Not an addict of cigarettes or booze, but sewing! Hey, there are worse things in life, right? How do you know you’re a bonafide seamstress? What are the telltale signs in your life that you’ve succumbed to this hobby. Please do spill!