What makes the acquisition and accumulation of large quantities of beautiful, soft, squishy yarn so addictive? For me, it’s the promise of what could be, the potential to create for others and sometimes because, well, it’s pretty!
I’ll admit that when I hear the word “addict”, I don’t want it associated with me. According to Wikipedia – addiction is defined as “a brain disease that is characterized by compulsive engagement in rewarding stimuli, despite adverse consequences”.
Can I get on board with that definition? Sure! I have an insane addiction to all things involving yarn and the many accessories that go with it. I was giddy at the thought of Baad Anna’s winter yarn sale a few weeks ago. I showed up 30 minutes early before the opening and joined a few ladies waiting in line! I’m rewarded with new additions to my ever growing yarn stash. I met a few new people, got to spend some quality time with a close friend….what’s not to like?
My yarn stash is out of control and my cart continues to fill on LoveKnitting and KnitPicks. You would think that with five projects on the go, I’d be satisfied with what I have to work with but…um, nope. I still find myself searching for those one or two skein projects thinking I’ll use up that yarn I bought ages ago and ultimately just end up picking out new yarn because I find a few more half dozen projects that I’m dying to work on. Does this sound familiar anybody?
I used up over six skeins of yarn making winter hats with pom-poms for a local shelter. I have the best of intentions. I’m trying to reduce the stash, really I am, but within a couple weeks those six were replaced by six more new ones. I assembled knit project kits with patterns, needles and yarn for donation. I crocheted some washcloths for my sister to use up some of my cotton stash – now that one has stuck, I haven’t bought more cotton to replace what I used…..not yet.
Travel also adds another dimension to the stash — Is it bizarre that when I booked a trip to Iceland with two of my dearest friends, the first thing I thought of when booking the airfare wasn’t “how am I going to afford this trip?”, it was “do I need a second bag to carry back all the Lopi I’m going to buy in Reykjavik?”, “will I see sheep? cause, crap, we’re missing the spring round up” Sad? Perhaps. Neurotic? Maybe. Just please don’t show me your judgy face. As an aside for anyone interested in visiting Iceland, they sell yarn in the grocery store! Now that’s my kind of country! While in Iceland, I was quite restrained and only picked up one of these fabulous mittens kits.
We were in England last fall for our friends’ wedding. I just had to pick up these beauties while touring through York.
I attended Vogue Knitting Live in New York in January this year – WOW! Too much fun and look what I got – yarn on right is pure cashmere bliss.
Really, the only adverse consequence of my addiction to yarn? I sleep less because I knit more. My family is doing fine, they just have less storage for their “stuff” and one less arm chair in the living room because the baby blanket I’m making using the Intarsia technique, with seven balls of yarn in the works, has found a home there (separate post coming on that project – it’s coming along beautifully). I can’t clean the blinds because I have a couple hanks hanging that need to be wound. So I took up an entire closet, do I apologize for this? Heck no, I own the house! My kid doesn’t starve — in addition to my love of knitting, I’m also a self-proclaimed fabulous cook. If my daughter is watching a little bit of TV, I hang out on the couch with her, albeit with yarn and needles in hand, but hey, I’m there and she’s excited to be on the receiving end of another pair of fingerless mitts to go with the new hoodie she got for Christmas. Are tiny pity violins playing yet? Nope, don’t hear them and everybody’s looking pretty happy to me.
Yes, the stash costs but I like to justify my knit expenses by comparing them to the cost of all the other useless items I could put in my house. When I think on it, I’m usually making gifts for other people. I can count on one hand the projects that I keep for myself so really I’m actually saving money and encouraging cottage industry! Now I don’t have to go out and buy a bunch of hats, scarves and mitts for my kid, boyfriend, his kids and myself each year. We all have a fabulous collection growing ~ whether they like it or not! Ha!
I take comfort that I’m not alone with my shamefully over sized stash. Facebook is full of posted one liners about the neurotic behaviour of us fibre artists out there – my friends pepper my page with them. They’re funny because they’re true!
“It’s not a pile of yarn, it’s a pile of potential”
“My greatest fear is when I die my husband will sell my yarn for what I told him it cost”
[this is soooo true]
“Some might call me a yarnaholic fibre whore and they wouldn’t be wrong”
[my personal favourite]
“I’m not addicted to yarn, we’re in a committed relationship”
Be aware though of this potential downside to the stash! Family and friends, who may or may not be knit worthy, could become wary of you. You morph into the crazy aunt or eccentric friend who’s always whipping up something fuzzy for their head, to wrap around their neck or shove on their hands. What begins with “oh my goodness, so beautiful!” becomes a wry “wow, you made another one?”
I haven’t travelled down the road of making jumpers that will ultimately get stuffed into the bottom drawer, after receiving a somewhat genuine “gee, that’s great, thanks!”, along with a rather indiscreet eye roll which screams “OMG! She made another one!” I’ll save that for when I’m a granny!