Addict

I am in need of a 12 Step Program. It’s true. I am an addict. A YARN addict.

I know I need help. I know I have WAY more yarn than is possible for me to knit in a YEAR. And yet? STILL BUYING.

There is a sale on at one of my local yarn stores right now. Stinkerbelle and I stopped in and browsed, and then picked out some yarn. I kept the damage to under $40, which I thought was very restrained of me.

The upside is that I don’t knit anything but bibs and blankets and scarves and squares. So although there is much gorgeous, soft, expensive yarn to be had, I really have no need for it. I knit in cotton, and that’s it. Washable, dryer-friendly cotton yarn. For washable, dryer-friendly stuff.

I tell you, though, wandering around this morning through all the soft, gorgeous, expensive wools and bamboos and alpacas in all their brilliant, rich colours was very tempting. High end yarn is very sexy. It’s like dangling a sparkly, shiny trinket in front of a magpie. WANTWANTWANT.

It’s very tempting. But I am able to resist. I gave up knitting sweaters years and years ago when I discovered it was no fun for me. It requires too much thinking.

Instead, I knit things that do not require much thought, that I can do while watching a movie or as That Baby putters around me or while having coffee and visiting with friends. And these are generally hard-wear items, like bibs and blankets and washcloths. (I LOVE to knit blankets and bibs. I could go into business knitting blankets and bibs, except for the fact that I am slow.)

So I have no need for the fancy-schmancy yarns. But still, there was a sale on today, and I could not resist some CottonTots in lovely blue and green and yellow. Another blanket for That Baby.

That’s not counting the super sale on bulk yarn I encountered a month ago at Zellers, wherein I bought 24 balls of cotton, suitable for ANOTHER blanket. So yeah — Stinkerbelle will be well and truly set for blankets until kindergarten, at this rate.

So, it’s safe to say I have enough cotton to keep me in knitting for quite some time. Oh, and that also doesn’t take into account the sale at Michaels a few weeks ago where I picked up some skeins for bibs. And beyond that, well… I have yarn left over from old finished projects, and old not-yet-started projects, just waiting to be cast on.

And I have not even mentioned the baby-melting acrylic I have accumulated over the years for toys and dolls and other projects. Or the yarn blends.

My yarn stash is becoming unwieldy.

When we buy our next house, when we win the lottery, I will have one room dedicated to crafts. And the walls will be lined with storage for my yarn.