I lied to my spouse today, and I’m glad I did.

We are cleaning out our three-car garage so that we can park our second car in it. We accumulated twenty years of stuff in the garage. Things we didn’t need at the time, sentimental items, or items we would repair later. Sometimes the items to be repaired have already been replaced when we stored the broken one.

One of our items is my husband’s sewing machine. When I was a corporate executive, my spouse would sew copies of expensive women’s suits. He would tailor my store-bought suits. When he asked me today if I wanted him to make me some causal clothing, I said, “No.” I said no because I didn’t want fabric in my house again. Buying beautiful fabric is a hardcore addiction. I’m too old now to be addicted to anything.