Le Stash

Hee! It's nice to catch the post office on the fly. I got there before they'd even stuck the yellow card in the mailbox--yellow cards always mean either a telephone book or a parcel--and made a bee line for the counter.
"I think I have a package," I said to Sandy. "Wanna guess what it is?"
Sandy chuckled, pretended to look thoughtful, then said, "Wait. Could it be... wool?"
"It's my sock yarn!"
And indeed it was. Sock yarn and the replacements for my little birch 1.5 DPNs. Doesn't take much to amuse me. Just... yarn.

I've finally gotten around to taking pictures of my stash in preparation for Ravelry; my conclusion is that it's relatively modest when compared to what I think of as hard-core knitters. I'm really, really, REALLY a novice. But that's okay. My 50 gallon tub has run out of space, and I've vowed to actually use some of it before I buy more. Or, at least, I thought I'd be able to do that. And then I ordered sock yarn. And needles. Did I mention the needles? Hee! See stash below, cleverly disguised as a cute little Terramundi pot.