On May 20, 2006 I went on a yarn diet.
I can almost hear a gasp followed by screaming,
but wait...it gets WORSE!
...The interruptus lasts until June 1, (drumroll.....2007!) badump bump!
WHY, WHY would I EVER agree to a yarn diet - especially self-imposed? Can't I find one credit card with availability on the limit, you ask?
It actually has nothing to do with available funds, it has to do with overwhelming...something - let me work through this.
Like many knitters, I have amassed a huge inventory of stash. I could not possibly use it all before they put me in the ground. I have jokingly (yes kids, it is a JOKE) advised my family to throw everything that is left in with me before they slam the lid shut. A diet, though, isn't that drastic? Stash is a fact of life for a knitter. You NEED to have options...
Maybe it will help to know about the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back:
On the cool morning of May 20, 2006 I set out to visit Philosopher's Wool in Inverhuron, Canada. Excited and armed with my current project for the ride, I anxiously anticipated my plan of attack. Weeks earlier, I had meticulously cased the patterns and wool on Eugene and Ann's website. There was an index card outlining the items I would purchase tucked inside my pocket (retentive, I know). I dared not share the information with anyone for fear they would purchase all of the wool before my chance arrived.
At the farm we were directed to tour the cabin where many, many, many sweaters, socks, and hats had been painstakingly displayed. The entire time, I worried and planned my next move - as soon as I could make my escape to the barn, I would have the wool to myself. And then...an opportunity. I made my way to the barn and made them PROMISE to safeguard my sweater materials - all 3 kits!
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Upon arrival home I squirreled my coveted prizes to my special closet. My YARN closet! The door would not open! A yard stick worked perfectly to clear behind the door and I slowly peeked my head inside. At this moment, realization struck me that there would not be room in my special closet for the new wool. All of the fiber - that wonder fiber...I LOVED when I bought it, I love it all. Rarely have I walked into a yarn store and left with nothing. The hand dyed, silk, mohair, cotton, wool -- all of it. It deserves to become something that I had once intended. All of the possibilities and the intentions... Yet it had become forgotten, reduced to a descriptive line in a mis-managed yarn database (really retentive, I know).
The announcement to my husband and Mom (Queen Moo) that I would not be purchasing yarn for an entire year was met with stares of amusement and giggles. Surely, they could not be hearing this right - I would NEVER be able to accomplish this amazing feat! Feeling courageous, a challenge was issued - I would not purchase yarn, and could my husband not purchase beer for one whole year? He could never do it, I knew this.
- You cannot have someone buy yarn/beer for you
- You can accept legitimate gifts of yarn/beer
- I can purchase yarn if needed to complete a current project
- You cannot buy yarn/beer for yourself
It has been a month and I am proud that I have only purchased 2 skeins of Araucania Nature Wool #22 to finish Egebo (Rule #3).
About the beer....I was right! The beer is flowing - Pale Ales have been suspiciously abundant and the answer is: He gives the store clerk money, and they give him beer! A clear violation! I am not bitter - I have yet to see a pint of beer that costs $38/skein.