I have stash. Much stash. Tucked away in a few places, popping out of a few corners, randomly appearing as if from nowhere.
Last door on the left...
The mudroom. And the yarn room.
Yarn lives here. Yarn up top:
And yarn below.
This is the storage area, where I attempt to delude myself with statements like, "I don't have that much!" Stuff lives here when it's not even reached the swatching stage. This is the overstock of my world.
I'm cutting myself off from access to the stash room.
My new goal is to use up the yarns that I have in the other hiding places of my house. In my family room is my favourite knitting chair, my brown leather recliner.
But there's a secret next to the chair. My WIP buckets!
and they're loaded. Always.
Next to the computer is another basket, for yarns that have been frogged, swatched, or just brought out for photography.
There's yarn in them there baskets, and it's going to be used first!
After today (and yes, I raided it yesterday), the stash room is officially off limits. The one exception is to grab the final ball for my socks in progress. Other than that, it's family room yarn only.
Until I change my mind.