Just when you thought it was safe to get back in the water. . . another tub of yarn found in the “storage” area of our basement. Yes. A tub. I guess my yarn stash length is going to reach Chicago after all. Okay, perhaps not, but it’s getting closer.

And when I work with my stash it makes me want MORE yarn rather than less. How does that work? I’m looking at enough yarn to open a shop and I’m supposed to think, “Okay. Time to destash or at least stop buying yarn.” Instead, I think, “Oooh That one is so pretty! I should get some more.” Sigh.

And this tub is Area 51 because it has more UFOs than Roswell. Nice sweater that I did, at least for this one project, wonder where it went. Then three bags with a one-and-a-half socks project in each that I don’t remember starting at all. And a scarf that I started making for someone from yarn she handspun. It’s not pretty because the yarns don’t match well. The two yarns would be great each on its own but they don’t play together nicely.