I am one of those people who tends towards being a bit of a hypochondriac. Maybe I can blame it on a ten year career working in oncology? Or maybe not. The truth is I have always been a bit of a worrier. Wondering if a simple cold is turning into pneumonia or if a new freckle is melanoma are common thoughts in my world. I have self diagnosed myself with brain tumours several times (fortunately the problems have always turned out to be all in my head - ha)
Today, I have realized that I actually do have a disease:
STASH - ITIS
stash - "one's personal collection of yarn"
itis - "the inflammation of"
Every time I feel the pain of my self imposed yarn diet (now at 37 days, but whose counting?), I look at this photo.
What is wrong with me? Is there any hope of a cure?
I much prefer to think of my stash this way...
I think I may have to face facts that my case of stashitis is chronic. When I look at the above photo, all I think is "look at all the room I have for more!"
Save yourselves, there is no hope for me.
Only 57 more days of yarn diet to go!
Happy Monday everyone.