The confrontation with my stash
While the kids were playing (nr. 1) and sleeping (nr. 2), and we had a bit of a weepy Sunday afternoon (too wet to go and collect crops from the allotment), I looked around for something to do. First I clear out the cupboard under the stairs and after pulling out all my boxes with stash, the bug hit me. MUST... SORT... YARN... BY COLOUR! I need help... I guess any knitter will be know my reaction to this: I DON'T HAVE THAT MUCH STASH, DO I?????? Guess what my DH said when he saw it: 'Shall I carry that upstairs then, babes?' Yes, no 'I guess someone doesn't need to go to yarn shops anymore' or 'You're always saying you've nothing to knit'. No, 'Shall I carry that upstairs then, babes?' What a darling ;) (Yes, I'm very happy with him too...) After this feat, I decided to treat myself: And to be honest, I ate 3 of those 'zoenen', not just the one... And had 3 cups of Senseo, two sips and it's gone. I'm so glad I drink d...