… this wasn’t looking like such a good idea anymore.
Um. I am dumbfounded by the abundance of my yarn. When did I get so much? How do I still have any money for food / clothing / shelter / cat supplies? Will I be forced to knit and felt a yurt just so I can support my (obviously out of control) habit? Do I even have enough quarters to felt a yurt in the University laundry room?
These and many other questions were going through my mind as I surveyed the damage. (i.e., how can I explain this to anyone?! ) But out of sight, out of mind, right?
After only an hour, many ziploc bags, and much use and abuse of under-bed storage, look what I have to show for myself:
A respectable(-seeming) stash-ette. Only three projects on the go: la madre’s cardi (big bag); Tami scarf (blue bag); la madre’s cotton wonder scarf (German bag). The profusion of my needle bouquet might potentially lead someone to believe that my stash is a misleading representation (I like to think of it as a selection) of my fiber fetish. And if they were to take a gander under the bed, they would find their suspicions confirmed. Because most of what was on the bed is now under the bed.
Look at how organized it all is:
Only the yarn for projects that I could foresee myself working on in the near future earned a place in the pretty bin. Everything else was pursuaded into a much more utiliarian (read: ugly) container under the you-know-where. If this actually works, it will be genius.
And now to bed, feeling — quite without justification that would hold up in the real world — that I have accomplished much and spent my time very wisely.