Can I Have Just One More UFO, Please?

I've got some sort of knitter's ADD, I think. I keep starting things. Just starting them. And then I buy more yarn and start more projects.

Honestly, I don't even know how many things I have going right now. Three? A hundred?

I'll tell you one thing... I've got more yarn right now than I will probably be able to knit with for the next three years. I'm at the point where I'm actually stashing yarn away (and not in a good way) because I feel so guilty about buying yet another shopping cart full of yarn.

I don't think T actually knows how much yarn I have, but I think he knows it's a lot. Seriously, my two file cabinets are stuffed full. My organizer cabinet is stuffed full. The bookshelf in our bedroom is stuffed full. I have two bags in the closet stuffed full. There's a bag under the desk in the bedroom stuffed full. And about six or eight bags stuffed full on top of the desk.

Oh my God. I'm not even able to hide it any more. I think I am about 2 skeins of yarn away from some kind of family/friend intervention.

And yet, here I am, trying to pretend that I can quit any time I want to. (Ha! I'll quit Adam West long before I quit yarn. And you know how I feel about Adam.)

I went to Michael's on my lunch break Friday. I passed through the yarn quickly, like it was some kind of test of character... Walk by the yarn, Pat. Resist... Still, I was unable to keep my hands to myself. I may have been walking, but I was walking and fondling skeins along the way.

Of course, I didn't make it out of the store without a purchase. The magazine rack is right up front, where you have to pass it on the way out. I was pretty proud of myself that I only purchased one issue of yarn porn.

I need something to take my mind off yarn...