And then came Ravelry.
And I discovered there was so much out there that I had never even imagined. The more I looked the more I began to envision ten, twenty, fifty new projects (to go along with the one hundred or so I already have in my imaginary queue.
Which raises an interesting question: How much is too much?
I know you are all yelling "There IS no such thing!" at the top of your lungs. I can hear you all the way over here in the heartland of America. And considering how few of you there are at this point, you must be screaming pretty loud out there. And there are times when I would join you. But not today.
Because today I am ashamed of how much yarn I have already, and how hard my acquisitive little id wants more, more, more! Regardless of the fact that my stash is multiplying so fast that even as I pack it up to make the closets and cabinets look bigger, somehow the stash keeps gaining (or at least maintaining) ground.
Wanna see? You do realize that I am baring my soul here, as well as my
And I don't use the word addiction lightly. Compulsive behavior has a long history in my family tree, unfortunately.
So why, when I have all I need: friends, family, a loving home, a fulfilling career, a
Is it simply the creative urge? For if we are created in God's image, you can bet there is a strong dose of creativity involved. It ain't for nothing folks, that we call God, "Creator!"
Is it the lure of the new and different? Probably that plays into it, although I often find myself drawn to a yarn or pattern I have used before.
Is it competitive? She who dies with the most stash wins? Is it simply a case of "the other man's yarn is always greener?"
Could it be fear: of being left out, or worse, left behind?
Or is there something else subtly at work here? If our current projects always take a backseat to new endeavors, aren't we somehow missing the point of why we began knitting in the first place?
Do we forget where we are, in favor of dreams of where we are going?
I don't know the answers. I only pose the questions.
As for me, I have promised my family, my God, and, most importantly, myself to refrain from buying yarn until my UFO pile and stash have diminished. I figure that will be sometime in 2012.
Ravelry: the devil's playground.
At least until 2012...