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?