But really, there was no cause for concern; not in terms of fire hazards or filth, anyway. I was, you see, reorganizing my stash. I started by dumping it all out on the floor…
...then arranged everything by weight, rather than the aesthetically-pleasing-but-not-particularly-practical method of sorting by colour.
Inspired by Plae's recent cleaning-up-the-apartment videos, I shot a craptastically grainy one of my own at about 1 a.m. after I finished the job.
The end result: an unnecessary confirmation that I could stash for Canada. Although it’s really much worse than that: at my rate of production, I think I’m well beyond S.A.B.L.E.* status. Forget life expectancy; we’re talking S.A.F.E.R. status – Stash Adequate For Eternal Reincarnation.
Of course, this unsettling realization did nothing to prevent me from accumulating yet more yarn last weekend:
These beauties came from wenat's stash; inexplicably, she wanted to be rid of them. I volunteered to buy the Happy Birthday Kristina, and when we met on Friday for the exchange, Gladys surprised me by making the Petit Poison Nr. 5 a gift. I think my jaw might have hit the floor, and rested there a wee while. My mum didn't raise a complete monster, so I did protest once or twice, but really, there's only so many times one can refuse Wollmeise, right? Many thanks again, Gladys!
Now this little number – 900 metres (984 yards) of 100 per cent silk – was a surprise, too. I was debating between a skein of this in a gorgeous purple shade and four skeins of Mochi Plus in pretty purples and greens. My shopping mates, MrsQuimby and beentsy, weren’t much help: they didn’t agree, meaning I needed to break the tie, which just put me back to the beginning again.
I was about to walk away with nothing, when I practically threw this skein at the cash. I had admired it earlier, and although I tend to avoid neutral colours, something about this one won me over.
I made another yarn purchase on Saturday, but more on that next time.