The Yarnening

It came without warning...

Ok, so there was a warning. I got a text message from my buddy, Josh, over the weekend. He was helping a friend move and came across "a couple of bags" of yarn they were getting rid of, and asked if I was interested. Um... free yarn to feed my introvert soul's knitting addiction? Sha! I figured I'd sort through it and what I couldn't use, I'd donate. Who knows; maybe there will be two or three little gems in the mix that I can hold on to for a rainy day, right?

What did I learn from that day?  Josh needs to work on his definition of "a couple."  He showed up at my place with TEN giant bags of yarn. Ten (10).  Ten garbage bags bulging with hundreds of dollars worth of fiber.

(This picture does NOT do it justice).

When I came to, I fully assessed the situation. Ten bags of half skeins, quarter skeins, nearly complete projects, baby yarn, sock yarn, wool blends, acrylics, cotton, stitch holders, stitch markers - absorbing another knitter's stash is the fiber equivalent of The Quickening. I started panicking, my mind racing: "What the hell am I going to do with ten giant garbage bags full of yarn?!?! Where am I going to put it all?!?!? Where do I start?!?!?!?"

Well, as my friend (and Digital Managing Editor) Kayla Kiley says, "Blog about it!" So I'm doing just that.  Be prepared, my lovely readers, for stories of success and horror as I sort through this madness and try to make some sense of it all.

Wish me luck.