So, how did it come to this? How is it as I am reaching the half-way mark of a top I am pretty proud of my yarn has disappeared. And disappeared it must have done as I am sure I had more.
Not that I remember actually counting the balls of wool I had for my project. In fact coming across this yarn was a bit of a surprise originally. I thought I had given it away before my big move from Calgary, Alberta to Meaford, Ontario. But last year as I was searching for something else, I came across a ball of this pink yarn that I had decided years ago that I didn't like. "Why is this wool here?" I thought, "and where is the rest of it?" But as I found no more in that particular stash container I decided it must have accidentally gotten separated from its pack before the big give-away and incorporated it into a striped garter stitch shawl. Then a couple of months ago as I was looking for a bulky novelty yarn in deep burnt oranges to knit an oversized sweater from Vogue Knitting I came across the rest of this pink wool. And decided that actually, if I reduced the needle size by just a bit, and added a few more stitches that this would be just the yarn for the sweater. It would be slightly open and transparent and marvelous for spring. And because the needle size was so large and the yarn quite fine I had plenty left over or so I thought. I am now coming to the end of my second ball and nearing the finish for the front of a lovely lacey T-shirt that I've sort of been making up as I go and well, I can't find my yarn. I have looked in this project bag and that project bag. This stash box and that stash box. And nothing.
Now as I am pretty sure that I had two partial balls of yarn at the end of the oversized sweater and I have just finished two full balls, there must be at least two partial balls of yarn somewhere, I know it. But, as I said earlier, they seem to have disappeared. And I ask again, how did it come to this? When did I lose control of my stash? Why is it I am always looking for one thing and finding another? I am becoming rather annoyed with myself. I am not so foolish as to consider myself an organized person, but I do tell myself I have some sort of system. Today I can't pretend that's true. At least I can't pretend that my system works. I guess I still have to work on it a bit more.
On the lighter side, when I went to search in one of my yarn bins I discovered it now contains extra quilts, so somewhere in my battle against my yarn stash I have at least emptied one big container. I am slowly getting better.
Also this is a good time to finish off three almost done projects, including the aforementioned oversized sweater which is still only partially seamed. And then maybe God, or the fates, will release those missing balls of wool in reward. I am sure I did not imagine them.
And if not, well, I have a lovely template for a lacey T-shirt. It was an experiment after all.
