Crochet Supplies and The Ability to Ignore ThemBy Veronica Smith – 24 Comments
When I met my husband in 1986 I already had a reasonable supply of wool. My stash was all wool, as I have a thing for natural yarns. I made him a jumper and he thought I was the most talented person in the universe, mind you when you are first in love these things happen. On our honeymoon some 14 months later he took me to a yarn shop and we purchased some lovely mohair, I had never had anything so expensive before. As the years went on more yarn was purchased. Soon I was pregnant with our first child – excellent excuse for more wool. Mind you I probably needed to have sextuplets to justify it all. I wanted another child so the quantity was OK I reasoned. However I purchased more during the second pregnancy.
I am not sure exactly but I think it was about this time I started hoarding yarns. I had progressed by this stage to include some acrylics. I was running out of places to hide the stuff in our tiny house. I was obsessed. Some strange monster took over me but I could not help it. In 2000 we moved into our new house. Hubby had a study and I had a craft room all of my own. Into it went the sewing machines and the fabric, and of course the precious yarns and threads. I had more room now so I kept buying more. Hubby never ventured in except to drop off the occasional coffee or inquire if he would ever be fed again.
Then it happened, the fateful words, “If you bring more wool into the house I am leaving”. I knew it was an idle threat but he was desperate to shock me into doing something. I then noticed something that I seemed to have ignored for some years. His obsession with computers. His study is large as he does work from home occasionally however now there was only a narrow path from the door to him. The rest of the space? Computers. Lots and lots of computers. Old ones, antique I think, new ones, the ones he was using – yes plural. A printer we used and some sundry spare ones. Seems he had been squirreling them away for some time now, you know, in case. In case of what I am not sure as computer parts are out of date by the time you get them home from the shop (yarn does not go ‘off’). It so happens that he was acquiring people’s cast offs and bringing them from the car to his study when I was in the shower or when I slept. My attention was drawn to them when 2 spilled into the hallway that leads to my craft room and his study. My shin located them in the dark.
I looked, and then pointed. We don’t speak of it.
The yarn is still building up faster than I can humanly make it into something. I will retire someday and have no spare money to purchase yarn so I need to stock up now – that’s my story and I am sticking to it. As for the computer parts, well maybe they will be valuable antiques and we might make our millions selling them to a collector. Oh, they are still coming into the house along with the wool. We each just turn away.
Ain’t love grand?
We could have worse habits.
What’s your household like? Do you have a house-mate / partner that is a hoarder as well or are you the only culprit?