So, today's adventure (after solo-teaching my very first exercise class of the new format I'm not quite ready for yet) has involved finding new, compact modular shelving to replace the pine board IKEA stuff that takes up more room than it provides in storage.
This has resulted in some minor reassembly injuries, and somehow my room looks even more like it has been suicide-bombed by militant punk sheep. Sprout! is licking fibre bunnies off the floor and Blue is missing though I'm pretty sure she's in one of the yarn bins.
There may be a bit more destashing to happen soon, for some rough calculations have led me to believe that at my current sock-knitting pace, I will only outlive the stash if I get into triple digits with my vision and all my fingers intact. And I'm slightly (only slightly) abashed to admit that an entire cube of the new shelf unit has somehow been filled with products labelled NORO. The Koigu still shares one with some other random handpainted sock yarn. Lace and anything by BMFA don't live in the closet anymore, they're renting a spot in the main room.
Yes, SABLE*. Admitting it is the first step, right?
*Stash Accumulation Beyond Life Expectancy
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