When I was a wee little new knitter I suffered delusions of grandeur. I thought I could buy yarn for the current project at hand and be content. On my first trip to Webs I quickly realized my efforts would be futile and I could only hope that Nate would never realize he had an addict living with him. An addict who during the first hurricane since becoming a knitter went to Walmart to buy a plastic tote for her yarn and almost forgot to buy a case of water.
Now obviously some yarn was purchased for a specific project. Case in point I have three skeins of lovely Candy Skein Sweet Fingering yarn just waiting for me to cake up and start the Color Affection shawl. I also bought some amazing TARDIS blue self striping sock yarn from Quaere Fibre to make some toe-up afterthought vanilla socks. But the majority of my yarn....I have no clue what I will ever knit with it but boy is it pretty.
|crudely drawn by me|
I often ask myself, as I try to cram another hank of yarn into a storage cube, was this life of buying and hiding yarn avoidable? Or, was it simply inevitable that I would join the ranks of "yarn stash exceeds life expectancy?" With all of the knitters I know...I strongly suspect it was inevitable. And yes, like other addicts out there, when I buy a house it will be with the hope of a crafting/yarn room.