Hello. My name is Gail, and I’m a knitter. I learned to knit at my mother’s knee, but stopped when I went off to college. I didn’t pick it up again until all my friends started having babies, over 10 years later. I made baby ponchos for them in various colorways. Then another hiatus. I halfheartedly picked it up again several years ago as therapy. I knit a couple hats and eyeglass cases (which still need finishing). I also attempted something for my grand-niece, but that’s a story for another post. Then Outlander came to my television set, and I became enamored with all the knitwear. I found Ravelry, along with patterns for cowls, shawls, and fingerless mittens. Ravelry introduced me to boutique yarn shops as well as some tried and true old-school yarns, all of which offered still more patterns, techniques, and email lists to join. I searched for yarn shops in my local area, and found two yarn specialty shops, and the ubiquitous Michaels and JoAnn’s. And now?
Yarn has overtaken my home!
I filled my storage ottoman with yarn, but it overflowed. I started buying plastic bins and photo boxes to store the yarn in, but I never have enough.
I decided to dump it all out on the floor. I took a picture then looked around. I’d missed that box, and another box, and another, etc. And the storage ottoman, and yarn being kept in a big basket, and a few other smaller baskets.
When the blizzard of ’16 hit, what did I stock up on? Yarn! Friday morning I sped out to MIchaels (passing several backed up gas stations on the way) for another stash. And where was the first place I went once the roads were cleared? Michaels. For more yarn. 
Do you think I have a problem?
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