I have a problem. It's a sickness really.
I have embraced the fact that I am a process knitter. I have more WIPs than I can easily keep track of, and an utter shortage of needles, because it seems like the ones I need are always buried in the bottom of the bin with a half completed project attached.
I have also embraced the fact that looking at yarn, buying yarn, and stashing yarn is a part of the process for me. I love my yarn. I sniff it and pet it. What's wacky to me is that in some cases, I cannot bring myself to actually knit it.
What's up with that? It doesn't make sense to me either, but the best way I can explain it is that the yarn is so perfect, so loved, that I can't bear the thought that it could wind up as an item I could love less than I love it right now, skeined up neatly. So I save it, for the perfect pattern, the perfect needles, the perfect recipient.
And meanwhile, I keep buying yarn. In fact, since it's not enough anymore to place weekly yarn orders, I recently joined sock clubs with Yarn Pirate and RubySapphire. Now I am guaranteed a monthly fix without even the effort of clicking the "Place Order" button.
It's crazy, I know. I may be in need of an inpatient yarn detox at some point in the future. But I can't hit my personal rock bottom until after I succeed in getting one of the highly coveted slots in the Blue Moon Fiber Arts Rockin' Socks Club. I have been stalking their website for months, waiting for sign ups to open. I think they're trying to torture me.
I'm finally posting pictures of my newly organized yarn cubby. It's my happy place, even though when I put it together, the goal was simply to get all the yarn on the shelves and so, I am not super happy with their arrangement. The yarn is separated by weight, but I may change that. I'm curious to know how it will look if done by color instead. Perhaps I will try it on some lazy afternoon. (Hah! Who am I fooling? If I have a lazy afternoon, I want to spend it knitting!) The needles are, sadly, half missing (see earlier paragraph.) But the needlefelted wall hanging I found on Etsy is the perfect complement. I was especially happy to hang it up, so my darling child can stop stealing the nursing baby from the mother's arms and using it as Barbie's lovechild.