I’m delighted to say you all overestimated the extent of my
problem yarn collection. The stash turns out to be – like a puffin- smaller than you’d expect. Although, possibly not precisely small. How do you define these things? I prefer to think of it as an elegant sufficiency.
It turns out that cataloguing is not my forte. I got very bored, stopped taking pictures, and completely dismissed the fanciful notion of listing it all on Ravelry. I did, however, faithfully weigh and measure it all, so I can bring you the statistics.
This was the upstairs stash.
Yeah, to be honest, I only sorted that lot out because otherwise I couldn’t go to bed.
Then I moved downstairs. I thought the downstairs stash was more contained because it all fitted in The Chest.
I can only assume The Chest has tardislike properties, as this is what it contained. (See what I’ve done again? Had to deal with this lot if I wanted to sit down…)
After a little number crunching, I can reveal that I own 11.5 kilogrammes, or 42.29 kilometres, of yarn. Which is 26 miles, 488 yards, or pretty much a marathon’s worth of yarn (hey, who knew? maybe I really am going to finish a marathon this year after all…) Which means that Kirsty was nearest, huzzah! I shall send a prize, at some point when I feel like it.
At some point, I’ll post the edited highlights of what I found in there, and what I’m inspired to turn it all into.