You know, I think about apocalyptic situations fairly often.
Or, at least, more often than most folks.
Anyway, I sometimes I look at my stash and patterns, and I think to myself, “You know, if I had to be locked in a bomb shelter for an indeterminate amount of time, how long would what I have sustain me?
I’m on a sort-of yarn diet. Actually, it’s not a diet (those never worked for me), it’s more of a talk-yourself-out-of-it yarn habit.
Whenever I’m tempted, I think of my large stash and all the projects I have lined up, and it’s okay if I don’t buy this yarn, because A) it will still be there later or B) if it’s not there later, I’m 90% sure that something else will catch my attention.
I tell myself that once I knit down some, I can buy more yarn. I’ve got 7 or 8 shawl kits (that’s a hank of sock yarn in a gallon-sized resalable bag with a random pattern thrown in there), 5 or 6 hanks of sock yarn that I don’t have a plan for yet, 3 cardigan’s worth of yarn, and countless scraps.
And it feels like I’m never going to knit it all down.
Sure, I have bursts where I make a concerted effort to knit down my stash, but then someone gets knocked up, or I decide that someone needs a knit octopus, or some silk/merino blend yarn in a unique/rare colorway crosses my path and I am powerless.
And the stash grows.
But it’s one of those things – as long as I have other things to do, like work and take care of my cats and be social, then this will take FOREVER to get through.
But if I’m locked in a bomb shelter while the Zombie Apocalypse rages on, then I may find myself done with everything in 6 months, and nothing left to knit.
I find that a to be a horrifying thought.