Like most crafters, I have a selection of materials for practicing my craft. I have lots of yarn to knit with and an increasing amount of roving for spinning. I view these things as tools of my craft and feel it's necessary to have a broad selection to inspire and to allow me to create something on a whim.
My darling husband however, takes a different view of this. Today after breakfast, he said he was going into town and would it be OK if he picked up a few plastic tubs for my yarn and roving. Apparently spreading yarn through the house isn't considered interior design and he wanted to rein it in. Sure I said - meant I didn't have to go into town.
He came back with 5 x 60L tubs. That's 300L of storage space. For those of you using Imperial measures, that's about 1 shit-ton. I scoffed at this, said I wasn't going to need that much but extra room was always good and thanked him for running errands for me.
So I started the final unpack of my boxes of yarn from the move which happened just about a year ago. I"m well aware that storing this much wool in cardboard boxes in a house prone to mice and moths is more than just flirting with disaster. It's me giving disaster my very best "come hither" look. Believe it or not - there was no moth damage, and no mice holes in the boxes. I guess the cat is earning her keep after all.
During the unpack I found all sorts of lovely things - some of which I even remember buying. There was sock yarn I'd wound into cakes (it's lovely, but honestly, I have no recollection of buying it), lots of lovely silk and wool blends (a soft spot for me) and piles of stuff I got in Asia. I found lots of needles too (I should be good for sock needles for the rest of my life).
So imagine my surprise when I filled the six boxes. All of them. I officially have 1 shit-ton of stuff.