Hooked for Life by Mary Beth Temple

Author:Mary Beth Temple [Temple, Mary Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-7407-9033-1
Publisher: Andrews McMeel Publishing LLC
Published: 2009-08-17T04:00:00+00:00

Too Much Yarn

Just the other day I uttered a phrase that stopped traffic in my household, a phrase I never in a million years thought I would utter. I was sorting through yet another box of yarn that appeared as if by magic, trying to lower the square footage of wool that is all over my living room, and in frustration I yelled out, “I have too much yarn!” You could hear crickets chirping in the aftermath—my daughter looked at me as if I had three heads; even the dog cocked her head and started to slink slowly away from the crazy woman. Did I really say I had too much yarn? Was I sick with a fever?

I think most crocheters have a personal set point at which the stash becomes “too much yarn.” For some crocheters, a dozen or so skeins are too much. Others cut back on purchases when they run out of room in a predetermined space—a storage bin, spare closet, the guest room. I have been crocheting for more years than several of you reading this have been alive, yet I had never before hit my own “too much yarn” point. And there is yarn everywhere. I am not the most organized person in the world on my best day, and I have a pretty high tolerance for yarn stacked in common living spaces, yet I have finally cracked. There is too much yarn in my house.

I have always been acquisitive as far as yarn goes. I remember walking to the local five-and-ten store when I was in grade school, pondering all the colors available in one-ounce skeins, and taking my time choosing which one or two to spend my meager funds on. When a local discount store went out of business, I went back day after day as the close-out discount got larger and scooped up skeins (the big ones! Four whole ounces!) for loose change. I made granny square after granny square with a different color combination in each one. In high school, I bought large bags of tangled skeins of acrylic for next to nothing from a yarn shop in the mall and spent hours and hours detangling them and winding them into balls. Then? More granny squares!

College brought a move to the big city (NYC, if you are keeping score) and exposure to my first real local yarn store (LYS). It specialized in the products of a certain European manufacturer and I thought I had died and gone to yarn heaven. The colors, the textures, the natural fibers—yum to all of it. When school became too stressful, I spent time there petting skeins and paging through pattern books. I do not want to talk about what percentage of my student loan checks went to yarn and needles, but I did make all my Christmas gifts during those years so I rationalized that it all worked out in the end, budget-wise. I alternated the pricier trips to the LYS with some bargain hunting

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