I’m travelling away from home soon to attend my sister’s wedding. While I’m very happy and delighted that my sister has found the right man, and it’s wonderful to celebrate their union, there’s a slight twang of anxiety starting to happen.
It’s the yarn collection (aka The Stash). Can I bear to be away from it? The last time I went away, I took three large black bin liners of yarn with me. There wasn’t much room left in the trunk for luggage…
Admittedly, then, I was going away for a month, and had yarn to show family for proposed projects for them. But even then, I missed what I had left behind. I missed the colours and textures. The comforting feel of woolly goodness. The silky tumble of alpaca. The soft purry cuddliness of possum… The ability to dive my hands into yarn whenever I wanted.
Going away presents exciting opportunities for yarn acquisition (one cannot pass The Wool Company without stopping…). I’ll of course be taking projects to knit for the four days I’m gone. It seems very silly. And I should just get to grips.
BUT WHAT SAY SOMETHING HAPPENS WHILE I’M GONE? What say the house burns down? What say I get burgled? What say…
“Mum! It’s not like someone is going to steal your yarn! And you’re not going to be away forever!” says the voice of reasonable daughter. A large guffaw comes from the son at the thought of his mother worrying that someone will make off with her lovely stash… Huff. They just don’t understand.
On a normal day, I sit and knit, and write, and dream about yarn. Sometimes I fume at it when things don’t go right. I can go and look at a particular yarn that I’m thinking about, and confirm its potential for the possibility I am thinking of. I can pull yarn from its cubby and combine it with other yarns for colourwork potential, or yarn combinations for projects involving more than one yarn. I can switch projects immediately when the one I’m working on is giving me more trouble that I want to deal with at the time. My entire waking day is surrounded by yarn.
But who will look after my yarn babies while I’m gone???