Buying yarn is an expensive habit. Oh yes. It’s so easy to stash up, to buy more at a faster rate than I will ever knit.
I used to be frustrated by my stash. It was a stash composed of lots of single hanks, with the occasional two-hank set. Never enough to make a sweater or other large project. I could be queen of hats and socks. Not a throne I want.
Lately my yarn buying has taken a “practical” turn. Practical is the nice word for it. Somehow an idea wormed its way into my noggin that the solution to my problem was simply to start buying sweater quantities of yarn.
You can see where this is going.
My stash now contains a several sweater quantities of yarn. I have all sorts of plans for that yarn. But these sweater piles are balanced on top of all the stash I had before. Those onesie, twosie hanks didn’t mysteriously go away. And I don’t want them to go away. I love them all.
My craft room, it doth overflow.
I begin to understand the impulse to have a de-stashing sale. It’s like an adoption drive, but for yarn instead of kittens. Soft and cuddly yarn looking for a forever home.
Part of me wants to ask the buyers to write essays. Or perform feats of strength to prove their commitment. Will they love the yarn as much as I do?
