. . . and picked up a skein of linen yarn.
But I wanted it.
I wanted that yarn.
So I made myself a deal:
"Self," I said, while the saleslady gave me a strange look, "If you can made a dent in your stash - a substantial dent - then you can buy yourself two skeins of pricey yarn."
Now, my stash is tiddlywinks compared to some here.
But it was substantial enough. Here it is, a year and a half or so ago:
And this is what I did with it:
Seven inch by nine inch rectangles of garter stitch. ONE HUNDRED of 'em.
I gave them to my LYS this afternoon; there's a woman there who will make them into blankets for a battered women's shelter.
It took me approximately two months, during which I was ridiculed by my family for knitting during movies (in the movie theater), football games (in the stands), while reading, in class, while walking, even. The stash is currently smaller . . . but not small enough. I've got about 25 skeins of yarn and four 1-gallon ziplock baggies of odds and ends yet to knit up. THE STASHBUSTING CONTINUES!
(My favorite moment in all of this came when my English teacher called me out for knitting in class. When he asked what I was knitting, I told him I was stashbusting. A classmate behind me piped up, saying "That makes me think of you punching a guy with a mustache." 'stache-busting t-shirts, anyone?)