I've got problems... whoa-oa-oa...

First things first: I'm on Ravelry, as Madam. (Friend me!) I'm really excited about it and have begun to update it a bit. I LOVE making lists, and given my stash quirks (discussed in detail below) it would be so fricking helpful indeed for me to keep my stuff inventoried properly. Of course, this would be another great reason to get a camera and be better about taking pictures. I have to remember that digital cameras really help the quality of finished photos because, hey, you only have to keep the non-crappy ones :) So I will hop to it!

Went on a lovely trip up north this past weekend, which brought several of my little issues to light.

I ripped out about two inches of the Noro sweater's first sleeve a couple weeks ago when my lack of a physical row counter got into a fight with my constant near-narcolepsy. Falling asleep when you can't remember how many rows you have until the next increase? Even if there are less than five to go? Baaaad news. So I ripped back to try and figure out where the last increase was... and I couldn't see it very well... and it was crap. Le sigh. This section has at least 100 rows of ever-increasing length anyways, so it's just no fun. I did a bit in the car on the way up, but nothing when I was actually there or on the way back down.

While in the Twin Cities area I stopped by to visit with the lovely Lemur and make our usual trek to Borealis Yarns. This time was especially pleasant because of a) the walk through the neighborhood -- such a gorgeous time of year -- and b) their annual sale. Somehow I managed to get out with less than $20 spent, including the CUTEST Clover notions case evarr. And they have them in alligator, frog, koala and dolphin form, too! Ridiculous, I tell you.

Anyways.

So I managed to get out without buying a crapload of stuff for some nonexistent shawl or whatever, but after I had wandered between the front and back rooms for, oh, half an hour, I still ended up grabbing two skeins of Misti Alpaca Laceweight in a very soft seafoamy green color. The store had a beautiful enlarged Swallowtail Shawl on display, and I have also of late become completely enamored with the Hanami stole. (Never mind that I have a cone of light green Jaggerspun Zephyr sitting at home... or that skein of Skacel Merino Lace that gave me such grief in winding...)

So Leems and I walk back through the neighborhood, and as we're talking she says, "You know how I have a bit of a sock yarn problem? Yeahhhhhh... I think you have a bit of a laceweight problem."

I CAN STOP WHENEVER I WANT.

(I did just pick up Victorian Lace Today.)

So when I got back home to Chez Madam, I decided that I needed to get my yarn out in the open. I've got some empty shelves, and I should really have my stuff on view so I will use my stash instead of letting it languish.

I pulled out my blue yarns... and then the green yarns... and then the bluish green yarns... and the turquoises... and the bluish slate... and the seafoams...

Okay, so maybe I have a blue and green problem too. Because there's a five-foot shelf that's full of nothing but bluish green worsted, and only one of those lots involves more than two skeins of the same thing. I LOOK LIKE MY OWN YARN STORE, PEOPLE.

Hoo boy.