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Dear Yarn Stash, please don't hate me.

Dear Yarn Stash,

Please don’t hate me. I promise I haven’t been intentionally neglecting you for the yarn I met while on holiday in Melbourne.

I’m sure you can agree that new relationships come with a little bit of new relationship euphoria, but that doesn't mean you still don’t have a special place in my heart. I think the fact that I have not supplanted any of you guys from the Shelf of Showing Off, is testament that the new yarns have not replaced you in my eyes.

Yes everything I have cast on since returning from my holiday has been from the yarn I brought home, but I have not frogged a single pre-existing project to poach needles or cables. These new projects are merely experiments with new techniques, that I’m perfecting before I try them on your beautiful skeins.

The lattice work sock that I just completed? It means nothing! Like I explained when I got home, I cast-on that project while away because I needed something to work on during the Stitch Nights in Melbourne. I remind you that I have three sets of socks going with yarn from your collection right now.
   

Yes, I did finish that sequin shawl shawlette for Youngling in 48 hours. But remember it was a simple stockinette triangle with a basic YO/K2tog mesh border, on 6mm needles. Nothing fancy or intricate; just quick, dirty, and straight forward. I'm sure most people would be able to finish such a shawlette in a similar time frame, it had nothing to do with the sequins or the shininess... I'm sure you would agree that her reaction to the finished piece was worth the dalliance.


Please don't read anything into that shawl I cast-on this past Sunday. I just completed two 1-1/2 projects in quick succession, and you know how I have to have several types of items going at any given time. You have been the socks and the jumpers of my eye, but I needed a shawl, too. It isn't me moving away from you, it's me thinking of you and how much pressure you must be under trying to fulfill all of my needs. We know healthy relationships include an expectation that each is not solely responsible for the other's needs on their own. See, I'm thinking of you. Honest.


After all these years I hope you know me well enough to know that it takes more than clinging yarn shop fumes to change where my heart lies. We have history, and these new additions simply need a little extra hand holding to learn the ropes.

We can spend some quality time together later this week, when everyone else is out of the house, just the two of us.

Always,

Viking

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