Anyone who crochets or knits will understand my problem.
I never have enough yarn.
Somewhere, I can hear my husband laughing so hard that he almost chokes on his derision…
Even though I have (roughly) 50 balls of yarn…or maybe slightly more than that *looks guiltily away*…it is sacred and must not be commented on, mocked, moved, touched or used by anyone else – especially my husband. I feel I constantly have to defend the fact that my tubbies and storage containers full of wool seem to be taking over the spare room – is that abnormal? Am I the only one?! I think not.
So here are my reasons that all other hookers and knitters will totally understand as to why the yarn stash is SACRED.
- You never know when you might need that colour/weight/type of yarn so you can’t throw it out. Yes, even that horrible pukey-brown colour.
- The tiniest, teensiest scraps of yarn are needed, even the ones smaller than a ping pong ball. For what? I don’t know and don’t ask me. I just need them.
- It’s pretty. I like seeing all the various colours piled up, just waiting for me to start working with them. It might take 5 years, but I’ll get there, so shut up.
- Look, I bought those skeins when I was going to make that puppet/poncho/ski mask that seemed like a good idea at the time. I’m not going to make it now. Don’t laugh.
- I bought it because I didn’t want anyone else to. Sue me.
- I have an addiction. It’s my drug. Please just accept me and love me anyway.
- Those tiny, half skeins? They were free with a magazine. Yes, I’m going to make the pattern that came with it…and I soooooooo remember where the magazine is…
- Look, Deramores had 25% off. I had to take advantage of that. So, what does it matter if there’s no petrol in the car?
- My friend who also crochets bought me that yarn. She understands me. We are one.
- I will never stop buying yarn. Ever.