Dear reader, I have a confession to make. I'm addicted to yarn. Like so many knitters before me (and many more will come after me, I'm sure), I've fallen victim of substance abuse and, as I confront this problem, I cannot but wonder at how my yarn habit as spiralled out of control without I every taking proper notice. The first symptom of just how serious my addiction had become was that I started running out of places to hide my stash. Yes, I'm using the word hide instead of keep , because, as I look back, I'm forced to admit that, as my stash grew into unseemly proportions, I unwittingly started making sure I kept its size unknown to everyone (including myself) by keeping it in appropriately discreet places. The second symptom was that every time I went through my stash looking for more yarn for my current project, I always found yarn that I'd completely forgotten I'd bought, usually in large amounts, because my drug of choice happens to be enough-y...