My friend Leslie has a nice tidy stash of yarn. Totally organized and each fiber has a purpose.
My stash is not so tidy and each fiber holds a mystery as to what it may end up being. In my own defense, I have inherited yarn, needles and notions to add to the mystery of the mess.
Maybe I am just a free spirit when it comes to being so organized – but more likely I am just lazy. I’d rather knit than work on the closet of chaos.
I now have 2 choices finish the prayer shawl that is almost done or organize my disorder. The needles win hands down.