The last straw may have been when my husband, trying to put on a sweater he hadn’t worn for a while, encountered a sock-in-progress stuffed down its sleeve. Don’t look at me like that. The sock was originally perched atop a pile of other stuff in the sweater closet, but owing to a shortage of space it fell to the floor each time I opened the closet. Very annoying. Stuffing it down the sleeve of the sweater hanging there capitalized on unused space and made the closet tidier. You need to think outside of the box when you have yarn-control issues. In my continuing attempt to live in harmony with these nonknitters I have decided to try and bring things under control a little bit. I’m going to clean out my knitting bags, my closets, my baskets, my freezer, and my bins in an attempt to consolidate my yarn collection. Note that I have given up attempting to reduce the stash—past forays into yarn nonproliferation strategies have proved to be folly. Mysteriously such efforts only increase the stash.
