The Closet Rebellion
This episode of "My Life With Yarn" was really supposed to be about the fantastic and invigorating edition of this week's SnB-Southloop Knit Night. Pictures and everything, courtesy of Bonne Marie, who dropped in for a bit of a knit. I even met someone who claims to be as much of a yarn addict as I am. Little did I know that this addiction would make itself abundantly clear once I returned home (somebody cue the doom-and-gloom sound track)!
Long day and I'm beat, so I pull off my sweater, open the closet and turn on the light. Out tumble a few baffled WTFs:
I knew Nikita hadn't done it, seeing as how he was laying down quietly next to the armoire at the moment the fallen boxes were discovered. It was, in truth, my own darned fault. I simply didn't have one more inch in which to store the dozen hanks of Malabrigo that had arrived the day before, so I carefully placed it atop two boxes of yarn from JoAnn and a third box of sale yarn and patterns from Busy Hands. Argh! It seemed stable enough.
I restacked the other boxes and decided to put the troublesome, but beautiful yarn out of cat's way - this time on the top of a 6-shelf shoe rack. This time, a whole lotta WTFs and other particularly choice words spewed forth (you eat with that mouth?). Want to know why?
Another one of my exercises in excess, at least 40 pairs of shoes, ended up on the closet floor in a tangle of collapsed plastic ladders and metal rods. A friend of mine, Sister Madness, laughed incredulously and said, "I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it. You need to take a picture of this."
And so I did. Then I pulled out the carcass of the shoe rack and hauled it off to the dumpster. It held its own (and then some) for 3 years. I guess the lace weight was the hank that finally broke the shoe rack's back.
Long day and I'm beat, so I pull off my sweater, open the closet and turn on the light. Out tumble a few baffled WTFs:
I knew Nikita hadn't done it, seeing as how he was laying down quietly next to the armoire at the moment the fallen boxes were discovered. It was, in truth, my own darned fault. I simply didn't have one more inch in which to store the dozen hanks of Malabrigo that had arrived the day before, so I carefully placed it atop two boxes of yarn from JoAnn and a third box of sale yarn and patterns from Busy Hands. Argh! It seemed stable enough.
I restacked the other boxes and decided to put the troublesome, but beautiful yarn out of cat's way - this time on the top of a 6-shelf shoe rack. This time, a whole lotta WTFs and other particularly choice words spewed forth (you eat with that mouth?). Want to know why?
Another one of my exercises in excess, at least 40 pairs of shoes, ended up on the closet floor in a tangle of collapsed plastic ladders and metal rods. A friend of mine, Sister Madness, laughed incredulously and said, "I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it. You need to take a picture of this."
And so I did. Then I pulled out the carcass of the shoe rack and hauled it off to the dumpster. It held its own (and then some) for 3 years. I guess the lace weight was the hank that finally broke the shoe rack's back.
posted by La Cabeza Grande at 1/27/2006 03:34:00 PM
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3 Comments:
That's pretty funny! Sorry about the shoe rack, but I thought someone was going to not buy more yarn! (Or was this some of the yarn you purchased enough of to keep a small village in woolen wear for the next decade?)
You're my kinda woman Karen...shoes and yarn, what else is there? :)
Well, the Malabrigo purchase was made in late December. Takes a while for those donkeys to swim from Uruguay to Florida from whence the yarn ships ;-)
Besides shoes and yarn? Let's see. There's handbags and clothes and more yarn. That about sums it up!
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