When I moved to Vancouver from Pemberton and Whistler, I downsized to 700 square feet of living with no storage space. I had to develop a rule: one item coming into the house meant two items had to go out. If I bought new noodle bowls, then it was time to take the old IKEA frames to the Sally Ann. A new skirt meant two pairs of snowboard pants went to consignment. I was good about preserving negative growth for almost two years.
Having thoroughly documented my stash over the last few weeks reminded me of this old rule. I know, I know, you're laughing that I don't have any stash to speak of, but unused yarn weighs on me. (If I haven't bought yarn for a project yet, I can change the project and colours at will. I'm never bound by guilt to start something that doesn't sing to me anymore.) So when I impulsively bought some Yarn Pirate two weeks ago, I harboured a little guilt. How can I bring in sock yarn when I have 3 or 4 projects queued ahead of it?
The happy solution? I offered up a few leftovers for sale and before you could say "First Class International Mail," I was down one skein of Lorna's Laces and a half ball of Kidsilk Haze. Welcome lovely Yarn Pirate (in Sweet Magnolia,) snuggle up to the Scout's Swag yarn, you're here to stay for a while.