I have tried to come to a place of acceptance of my yarn obsession. I don't really have space for it, and have had to re-arrange my studio apartment to house it, but I could never give it up. It makes me happy, like Scrouge counting money, to look upon it.
I am guilty of buying 2-3 skiens of something I like just to have it, even though it will never be enough to make something. And I'll keep doing it.
BWA HA HA!
It's actually made me starting thinking of the yarn I have when I see patterns. If I see something small to make, I try to turn to what I've got instead of what I could have. It's been a good practice... and has really forced me to think of yarn substitution, and forcing the math that sometimes takes.
Hi, my name is yellowness, and I'm a yarnaholic.