I Have a Yarn to Tell

There are about 10 different things I need to blog about right now, but this topic took precedent. It is embarrassing, and thus humorous. Remember me telling you about my addictive personality? I came face to face with the aftermath last night.

We've been reorganizing our two extra bedrooms and I decided we needed to put our extra blankets in a cedar chest Mike my brother-in-law made us. That meant that I had to clean out any yarn left over from my crocheting addiction. I totally thought there were blankets beneath the yarn, but no -- the entire thing was full of yarn. And when I say 'full of yarn' I mean chucky-jam full of yarn.

This doesn't look like a lot, but trust me, it is.

At last count I had 17 skeins of yarn, 5 of which were double size. Apparently I went through a cream phase because there were 2 double size cream skeins.

Here are three skeins of the same color -- perfect for a baby blanket. The blanket never materialized.

In addition to full skeins were the balls of used yarn from other projects. I stopped counting at thirty because I wasn't sure if I should include the small left overs I had kept in the running total.

This is leftover from a blanket I made Jacqui some years ago. She likes orange.

Here is the empty chest where everything was stuffed. I guess technically there were blankets in the cedar chest... One lining the bottom. One unfinished baby blanket (you can a see a corner of it in the picture). One afghan where I ran out of white thread and couldn't find yarn with the same texture, so it was never edged.

The blanket may look big, but trust me, it isn't. In an earlier time it might have been considered a 'lap rug'.

There is also this gem that I vaguely remember making. Obviously I didn't like it enough to starch it to stiffness.

I'm not sure where it was supposed to go. On the back of my plastic covered couch?

Overall, the reorganization was cathartic. After I'd sorted the yarn I wanted to keep and tossed the tiny bits I knew I'd never use, I started imagining projects I could start -- afghans with my favorite yarns, new dish clothes with the cotton yarn, a baby blanket or two...

Heaven knows I have enough pattern books.

The huge skeins of cream yarn are a different beast entirely. I am at a loss for a cream project.

Keep smiling and remember to be happy.