More Yarn

Rob left yesterday morning to head to Moab in Utah for some serious riding on his new mountain bike. He rented a car at a greatly reduced rate to drive down there in order to economize on the fuel charges as well as avoid additional depreciation on his own vehicle. His mother drove him to the airport to pick up the rental car but on the return home, they somehow lost each other on the roads. He arrived back home at 10:30 pm and informed me that his mom didn't follow him and must have inadvertently turned off on a side road somewhere or taken the wrong exit. Unfortuntately, she had forgotten to bring her mobile phone, so there was no way to contact her enroute. He left a message on her home answering machine to call us as soon as she made it back home safe and sound. Ring Ring. Ring Ring. 2:30 am. Home finally. That poor woman was lost for 4 hours a mere 20 miles away from home. I was quite worried about her and didn't sleep much until that call came in. De ja vu of when my son was a teenager! Needless to say, Rob slept quite soundly. I sooooo envy his ability to sleep anywhere, anytime, under any circumstances.

As luck would have it, a package from Webs arrived soon after Rob departed. Whooo Hoooo! Whimsy was happy to greet the UPS driver and safely escort the box of mostly Cascade 220 yarn into the house. I need to find some place to stash this latest addition to the "stash" before Rob returns. My poor home office is already overflowing with yarn. It fills the closet, lurks in baskets, languishes in bins, sits on shelves, lounges in jars, bags and boxes. Rob told me long ago he thought I had too much yarn and announced that I had no more room. As much as I hate to admit it, I have run out of space for yarn. Or anything else for that matter. Truly.
So... that being - the natural course of action for the logical person would be to:
1. cease and desist - simply stop buying yarn
2. use up what I have at a more rapid pace
3. give away, sell, trade or otherwise prune the stash

Granted, I do need to go through patterns, books and yarn that no longer appeal to me and are not on the list of "must have" or "must knit" anymore. I won't have time to do that until I retire and who knows when that will be? So... in the meantime, perhaps those "space bags" that are used to maximize space in luggage and closets can be trotted out and put into service. I can put my yarn in those bags, draw every cubic inch of air out of them and get twice as much yarn in half the space! Now that is an idea whose time has come!





This past weekend I went to Naomi's for her monthly "knitting with friends" get together. It was a wonderful sampling of food and a variety of fiber addicted friends. Jaime made some wonderful turkey burgers and chutney sauce that she had seen on the Oprah show earlier in the week. I also met Amy, who has a remarkable talent for not just knitting but also crafting stitch markers that she makes out of polymer clay. On her web site http://www.goodtobegirl.com/shopblog/ she sells highly sought after knitting project bags that her mother makes out of beautiful fabrics such as Amy Butler prints. I quite impressed with the cottage industry business this enterprising young woman has built. Saturday night I was supposed to go to a graduation party for the daughter of a friend of mine - her daughter had just finished Gonzaga Law school. For some reason I confused the dates and thought the party was Sunday afternoon instead. I called JoAnn's house on Sunday morning to confirm what time the party would be commencing and her daughter told me it had taken place the evening before. I was completely mortified I missed the celebration I had RSVP'd to. I used to be so organized and on top of things. Sigh. On Sunday, Rob's friends Andreas and Myumi came over to watch the Phoenix landing on Mars. My husband is such a geek. He had printed off the entire sequence of Mars landing events and put me "in charge" of the 7 minutes of blackout time (also known as time of terror) in which the spacecraft isn't able to communicate back to earth while entering the Mars atmosphere. Needless to say, the very brilliant rocket scientists in charge of the landing pulled it off perfectly so my services were not called into action. Whew. I crocheted on Project 7 for Nihon Vogue instead. ha ha