Hi. My name is Ellen. I'm a yarn-a-holic. HI ELLEN!
Now that I'm among friends, I will relate my story of addiction. I love going into yarn shops, craft stores, thrift shops, estate sales, knitting guild swaps and any place that has to do with yarn acquisition. I am an equal opportunity yarn lover. No yarn is too scratchy, plastic, fake, thin, fat or ugly. I love ALL yarn equally. I do draw the line at fun-fur. I've never been a big fan.
My adorable and wonderful husband has acquisition addictions of his own. He never criticizes me when I bring yarn into the house. He realizes that his addictive collections take up more space than yarn, so he keeps his mouth shut. We never argue or fight. Therein lies the problem. We are the same. We feed each other's addictions. I have made a pledge to myself to not buy any yarn for at least one year, maybe longer.
I'm off work this week so I decided to tackle the abundance of yarn in the house and studio. I have climbed the mountain and I cannot back down. Much of this abundance will be donated to worthy causes. Many half-started projects will be frogged (re-wound) and/or dumped.
|Yarnification, in progress|
It's taken me 1-1/2 days, but I finally have the acrylic yarn under control. It is filed away in the big bins in the studio. I file yarns by color families. It's not a perfect method, but it works for me. Ack! I have 3 bins of orange/rust colors and 3 bins of browns. Hey Lauren, check out all that gold Vanna! I see a golden baby blanket in your future! Now, I have to tackle the "good" yarn that resides in my guest room. Onward and upward!