Today I thought I would sort out my stash before I headed to the yarn store to pick up the Noro I need. *ahem* I also thought I just might have a ball stashed somewhere but that turned out to be a negative. I couldn’t even find the remnants of the ball I had used to make the handwarmers my daughter lost. Lost, I tell you. That is no way to treat a pair of hand-knit mitts. Poor things. Dropped on a cold sidewalk near the Christie Pits in Toronto. Abandoned in the dark, lonely city. I hope someone found them and is enjoying their warmth.
I started with the boxes of yarn I had in our home office/sewing room. There are about eight boxes of various sizes here. I put them here because they were the yarns that I had projects for and I thought if they were close by I would be able to just go from one project to the next. The problem with that is that I am me and not someone who is, you know, organized so I just put them in boxes without labelling them and without any indication of what project they were for. So there am I surrounded by yarn, hopelessly trying to remember what it was for. In these situations husbands/partners/children/MIL’s/neighbours are completely useless. I fail to understand how those closest to me could tell me, with a straight face no less, that I had not informed them about what that yarn was to be used for. And then for my husband to tell me that I should have put a picture of the project in the box…
I decided, since I couldn’t remember what it was for, that it was now free yarn and therefore available to make whatever I wanted from it. But before I did that I thought it would be a good idea to gather all the balls of the same yarn together to see how much I had. So that started a search through the house for all the errant balls that I had put aside to do some test knitting with. What I didn’t expect to find was about 12 bags of various sock yarns that I absolutely do not remember buying. Some of it was gifted to me, that I remember, but I really don’t remember buying so much of the Fleece Artist BFL sock yarn. I seem to have acquired 1 ball of the Red Fox colourway, 1 ball of the Cosmic Dawn colourway, 1 ball of Frozen Ocean, 1 ball of Puffin, and 1 ball of Spruce. I know nothing about this yarn, I have never knit with it, it’s not my usual sock yarn but there it is in my stash. Someone is going to get some nice socks for Christmas, I think.
The problem with a stash is that it’s kind of like a Tardis, it’s bigger on the inside. The more I dug out of it the more there seemed to be hiding behind things, in cupboards, in knitting bags, in storage bins, and in reusable grocery store bags. I even found a sweaters worth of some garish yellow Caron Sheep(ish) yarn. There is nothing wrong with this yarn. It’s perfectly good yarn but yellow? Seriously? On me? That colour would make me look like I’d been at sea too long. I don’t know what I was thinking.
I also found some balls of Red Heart Eco-Ways Bamboo/Wool yarn – four balls of Peacock and four balls of a red colour – some balls of Stitch Nation Bamboo Ewe in various colours, and some balls of Loops & Threads Luxury Sock yarn in various colourways. Now I know what you are thinking and you are right. I am boycotting Michael’s and Michael’s sells these yarns and Loops & Threads is their exclusive yarn and I’m a bloody hypocrite for going there and buying that stuff. But wait! This is stuff I picked up on sale before they pissed me off. I think the sock yarn is self-evident but what the other yarns were for I haven’t a clue.
Then I have a box of Paton’s Classic Merino Wool, a box of miscellaneous cotton, a box of Sirdar yarns from when a yarn store went out of business, a box of Knit Picks Alpaca Cloud; a box of Knit Picks Wool of the Andes; a bag of Rowan Kidsilk Haze; a couple of skeins of some really nice merino that has no label on it in pink which is a colour I would never wear so I can only assume they were for someone else; two skeins of the same yarn in purple; a couple of skeins of some mohair/wool yarn I picked up at the Royal Winter Fair a few years ago; four skeins of some llama wool I picked up at the Royal Winter Fair; some recycled cotton/linen yarn I got from the thrift store; a couple of thrift store sweaters made of some beautiful silk/angora blend that I intend to repurpose; about 24 balls of Kroy sock yarn (don’t judge me); a sweaters worth of Knit Picks Gloss; a couple of bags of Knit Picks Andean Treasure; a sweaters worth of Jo Sharps Silk Road in the Highland colourway…
Lots and lots of wool. Wool everywhere and it doesn’t end there. I found in the deep, dark recesses of the basement a bin full of acrylic yarn from when my kids were small. I used to make them sweaters from it because they would wear them everyday if they could and acrylic really can take that kind of abuse. So I found about six skeins of some kind of Knit and Save “mohair” and a lot of Astra. Then there is the box of tapestry yarn that I put away when I couldn’t get the size of tapestry fabric I needed to complete a project I was working on. And then there is the cotton crochet thread I use for summer socks, not the really fine thread, about a medium weight. And a box of White Buffalo pure virgin wool. And some skeins of some sort of wool that still has the lanolin in that I think I was going to use to make a waterproof sweater for my dog.
And it doesn’t end there. I still have to go through the closet in the bedroom and a cupboard in the family room. I’m afraid to do that because I have the sneaky suspicion I will find more than just wool hoarded in there. I have a feeling that there are shoes in that cupboard. And I don’t want to think about them. If I have to deal with boxes of shoes then I’m going to have to admit I also have a shoe addiction and since I already admitted to a yarn addiction some people will be thinking that I am right bonkers and then I would have to admit they have a point and I would have to do something about it. And if I am forced to deal with my yarn and shoe addictions, is my make-up addiction far behind? And what about my addiction to books? And magazines? Good grief, people, is nothing sacred?
The end result in this whole foray into the black hole of my stash is that I crammed it all back where it came from, half-heartedly put labels on the outside of the bins, kissed some of it longingly and promised that I would make something of it one day, and pretended it was a lot smaller than it is. If I don’t then I won’t be able to justify what is surely going to happen on Friday when I head out to the Wool bin looking for one, maybe two, or three balls of Noro Silk Garden.
If you happen to be in Oakville on Friday and you see a red Hyundai Elantra careening down the road filled with yarn and a small red-headed woman driving, please be good enough not to point and laugh. I would really hate to have to run you off the road.