Too Much Jam in that Band

Either you love a good jam band, or you don't. Me...I don't. Last night we went with some friends to see a show. I think the night pretty much rounded out and put the cap on my experimenting with jam bands. I mean, don’t get me wrong, the band was good. And I can appreciate a few good jams during a show. But the singer was phenomenal and I felt gypped that he sat out for so much of the show. When I’m sitting through a 2.5 hour set, I’d like to hear more than 5 songs. And lyrics. I like lyrics. They don’t even have to rhyme.

Shameless

I should be embarrassed...

Yes, that IS a whole dresser filled with yarn. My husband brought the dresser home to contain my stash back when it was only overflowing three baskets. And contain it did. With room to spare. Room to...grow.

What's that you say? A dresser full of yarn isn't so bad?

Yeah, umm...


Need a closer look?


You may still be thinking that's not so bad. At least it's all contained. At least it's not strewn about...







Truth is, it's everywhere. In bags, in baskets, in boxes...in the spare room, the living room, the bedroom...and that's not even counting what's on the needles. THAT's all on the coffee table. It's out of hand, undoubtedly. When it was time to time to switch skeins on Clapotis, it took me three hours to find the box of merlot merino. Nobody needs this much yarn. By rights, I should be planning about 50 projects, which might put a dent in some of this yarn. I could knit for the next two years and not run out of yarn. But that's not my style. Instead, I ordered 20 new skeins. I'm sure I'll find something to do with it.