I’ve had a bit of a yarn-acquiring binge this week. Several skeins of Berocco Lustra for a lovely brown cardigan I saw in Knit Circus (on the cover).
– Learn how to knit socks, once and for all. I’ve tried and given up at least twice when I got to the gusset.
– Complete at least one pair of socks in 2012, if not the full dozen
Joining this group, of course, inspired me to buy enough yarn for at least 3 pairs of socks. And while I was at it, I picked up some lovely kidsilk mohair. And this doesn’t count the Swan’s Island fingering weight yarn I picked up a couple of weeks ago to make a lovely shawl for work. Nor does it mention the green yarn I picked up to make this lovely dragon scale scarf for the BF, to match his new hat.
So, you see, I have plenty of yarn. Too much yarn. The stash is growing. I see it happening.
I begin to understand some of those hoarders you hear about on tv: the ones who keep huge stashes of plastic bottles or periodicals. They have plans for those items. Dreams. Someday that plastic bottle will be used to demonstrate the Diet Coke and Mentos phenomenon to their shrieking grandchildren. Someday that large pile of newspaper clippings will find its way into a truly impressive scrapbook that will be treasured by future generations. Some day that pile of brown yarn will become a gorgeous hand-knitted gift for my mother, demonstrating my love.
I refuse to become a yarn hoarder, but I can see how it could happen. Very easily.
So I am abstaining from any more yarn purchases until the Yarnover convention at the end of April. There will be scads of exciting vendors there, more than worth the wait. And if I can make it through a good portion of my stash in the mean time…or at least manage to make a couple of pairs of socks…I will have earned the opportunity to pick up a few treats.
No more yarn until Yarnover.