Readers, you might have missed me for the past few days. I know I’ve missed you (and so has Aunt Pythia).
Well, full disclosure on what’s been happening is in order: I’ve been organizing my yarn collection.
Yes, it’s true, I have a deeply alarming amount of yarn, which has hitherto been gathered in smallish bags tucked all over the house, in every nook, cranny, and corner.
Well, with the help of my good friend Elena, who is starting a side business to help people organize their homes (ask me for an amazing reference!), I have officially tamed the yarn beast.
Just to give you a sense of the sprawl, here are just the “odds and ends” yarns in the blue or purple spectrum:
Of course, I have odds and ends in other colors too:
Of course, not all my yarn is in the “odds and ends” category. I have whole bags of unopened yarn I got on sale during one of my winter excursions to Webs, the biggest and best yarn store in the world (you can tell it’s a big deal because it owns the “yarn.com” url). Here’s an example:
Anyhoo, the entire collection is here, feel free to take a look. I am beyond shame and embarrassment at this point, because at some point, when all my yarn was splayed across my entire living room and dining room, I realized how amazingly beautiful it all is and how much I’ve gotten out of my hobby over the years.
Also, I think I might actually have more yarn than the average yarn shop, so there’s that option as well, if I’m ever really broke. Plus, now that my yarn is so nicely organized and tidy, I’d even be able to show it to people.
So there you have it, yarn confessions. Life is too short to be ashamed of your passion.