Resistance is Futile!
OK! I have a stash problem! Woo. Ok, acceptance is supposed to be the first step, right? I went shopping for my Earth Day swap partner the other day, and found myself once again in the olde LYS for over an hour. I was good! I only bought yarn for them... and a kit for them... and... a book for me, but the book isn't yarn so that makes it OK. Anyways, I decided to organize their gift along with my closet, where my stash is metastasizing growing. Looking at the yarn in my hanging shoe organizer is always a pleasant experience. See, there's the Alpaca cubby, the two sock cubbies, the two vegan fiber cubbies (at the top, for vegan inspiration!) and then the cubbies at the bottom that have yarns that I'm not sure what I want to happen to them. Ok, so that's all well and good. But I have a box. A decent cardboard box a bit larger in size than 4 shoe boxes, large enough to hold scraps and all my what-nots. It's when I decided to organize it this morning that I realized there's a problem. I pulled out old patterns and knitting notes, old swatches in green acrylic that I used to learn different stitches when I was new to knitting, and left over bits of yarn. And then I found the receipts. A few hundred here, another hundred there... and I started to wonder if I am now recognized at the yarn shop. I wonder if they whisper quietly to each other in the corner when I walk in, "Oo! Looks like we'll make our sales goal today!" I don't really know how to address my problem. I know that the first step would probably be to not visit the yarn shops for a while. I'm helpless when placed among soft, fluffy, brightly colored things. And it's not like I actually NEED anything, I have enough yarn to keep me busy for 2 years! I'm starting to think that the Hourglass Sweater that I started this month was just an excuse to buy Malabrigo. For some one who's so anti-commercialism, I don't know why this is such a bad habit of mine. I work in an internationally renowned toy store, and I resist buying beautiful things there all the time. Why can't I resist the yarn?