I have a serious problem. I have SABLE. I do not think it is contagious, but maybe you can relate. I have to take you back to how it all started....
I was a precocious preschooler who was always watching what my grandmother was doing. And asking questions. Lots of questions. (If you have not realized it already, I was (ahem!) a chatterbox.) So Gram decided she needed to find something to keep my attention. In a very short time, she taught me how to knit, then crochet, then how to play Pinochle. Maybe I will talk about Pinochle later, but the yarn is the topic today.
Crocheting takes yarn. Since I never know what I will be in the mood to create next, I need to have yarn options. (That is my story, and I am sticking with it.)
I do have some yarn matched with projects to be made, or in the process of being made. But that is another problem, too. Seriously.
I wish I could say this is all my yarn, but it is not even all the yarn on the shelves in the pictures.
The shelves divide my kitchen from my living room, plus the yarn buffers the sound of the washer/dryer behind it. When I walk in my front door, my yarn wall is right in front of me, and I cannot help but smile.
I think it is time to start finishing the projects I have already started. I will keep you posted.