Confessions of a Yarn Hoarder

I know this might seem strange to you. I am a downsizer, someone who is really good at getting rid of things. But it's true. I confess, I hoard yarn.

I know that I'm not alone, because I have met many of you out there at yard sales, or yarn stores. Beehive, it's like a candy store, am I right?

I would go to Michaels to pick up envelopes or something, and then suddenly I’m drawn to the yarn section. I walk the aisles, and suddenly this most perfect ball of yarn calls out. Look at that gorgeous texture and colour. I could make something with that. It shimmers with possibility. 

I must have it. I pick it up, hold it cuddled in my arms and think what I can make with it. A scarf, a blanket, poncho, or maybe I can make a skirt? If I'm not sure, I only buy the one ball. But wait, that makes no sense, you say. What can you do with only one ball of a certain yarn? The answer is generally nothing.

I can't help it though. Thus there are bags and boxes or yarn underneath my bed.  And truth be told, they live in my closet as well. They are sorted loosely into colour, so that I can pretend I can make something with ten different skeins of red in all sizes and fluffiness.

But I love my yarn, and I won't get ride of it.  Turfing stuff in the garage, not a problem!  Going though the bathroom drawers, easy peasy.  Sort the kitchen, done and done!

Just don't look under my bed.

Got a hoarding habit?  Feel free to share your story.