The irony is not lost on me, as I remember how I finally caved in because I wanted a more portable hobby than sewing (anyone who owns a sewing machine will vouch for me that Singers and Vikings are not easy to transport when you have a luggage limit). Once I had that analogy in my head, whatever thought I had about yarn taking up space flew right out the window. Suddenly, a ball of yarn and a hook or two sticks proved quite portable.
This year, as part of my 'use what you have' strategy for not collecting more stuff in our small living space, I have forced myself to go through my stash before I purchase any more yarn.
It worked pretty well... until this week.
Even though this store is quite far from where I live -- three flights away to be more precise -- I have visited before. Each time I walk out of the shop with a giant bag of yarn, and then I wonder how I'm going to get it all home in a carry-on suitcase.
Thankfully this time, the yarn haul wasn't quite so dramatic. But I'm still wondering how I'm going to get it all into my bag.