Okay all you sinful little Knitters, it's time for the monthly confessional. Actually, I've struggled a bit with my confession this month. My Knitting projects are moving along nicely and I don't have any strange knitting accidents to report, yet. I do, however, feel the need to confess my knitting weakness. No, it's not thoughts of Koigu keeping me up at night or regret over not even attempting the Knitting Olympics. (The World's Worst Knitter completing something in 16 days? I'd have to give up the title and I'm fond of my title. It even came with a really tacky belt that has brass stuff all over it.) My confession has to do with a psychological condition. I suffer from Stash Envy.

I don't think it's very common. I mean, almost every knitter I've ever met has a stash. Except me. I just don't have a very big one. In fact, it's embarrassingly small. (It's so small that I keep my back to the other knitters when...wait I'm thinking of something else here. ) I'm so jealous of knitters who, when asked where they found the fabulous yarns for their incredible projects glibly reply "It's been in my stash for awhile." I don't have any yummy stuff just aging away waiting for the perfect project to present itself. What I have, dear readers, is a Rubbermaid tub full of crap.

Don't get me wrong. I have 3 interesting skeins from Russia. Different colors, all hideous. I have 2 skeins from Germany. Different colors, both hideous. These were gifts. Am I going to turn down gifts? (I know it's considered rude by some to even discuss the topic of gifts on a knitting blog, but not everyone is fortunate enough to receive crappy European yarn as a gift.) The rest of my stash consists of sad little leftovers and a few skeins from a grab bag of yarn I bought a couple of years ago.

It's not that I don't buy yarn. Actually, it is that I don't buy yarn. Okay. That's not right. I do buy yarn for the project at hand and just don't buy anymore until I have another project coming up. I made a huge leap when I bought some Koigu just for the hell of it last month. That's knitting out of the box here in Savant world.

Confession is good for the soul and so, to relieve myself of this envy and enter the world of normal knitters who hoard and fondle fabulous yarns right in their own homes all the while wondering where the hell they're going to store it, I will start my stash. It will be tough, but I think I'm up to the challenge. Now where did I put that Knitpicks catalog?