Once upon a time I ran around the house and gathered all the yarn, had a serious talk with it, and since then it has mostly stayed in its place. Mostly. That was then, here.
I have turned my attention to the “other” knitting things. You know. These guys:
Enough? Familiar? It’s done! Wait until you see my collection neatly organized!
*This is what my husband said to me once when I told him I had to stop at the yarn shop on our way out for, of course, the right size needle. I love him, but he is not of my tribe.