I'm trying to...you might want to cover your ears if you're feeling sensitive....
It's right up there in the four-letter word category.
It turns out I live in a teeny tiny, itty bitty, loud, no good, no space, apartment. It's quaint, I love it. But, the yarn that was all going to live in only one closet? Welllll, it's making it hard to get in and out of the house.
I decided that it was probably time to give some of it up for a better cause. Especially since I'm not really planning on USING it, I just like to look at it, and know its there. In the event of the apocalypse, or the wool-pocalypse, I MIGHT NEED IT! You never know. Yeah, it's cheap acrylic. Yeah, I hate it. SO WHAT! I MIGHT NEED IT.
(stop giggling mother, and put the phone down, you don't need to call a therapist, I am not a hoarder, and I'm getting rid of it, OKAY?!)
Well okay, I also had a little incident while hunting for a set of size 6 needles last night.
Truth be told, I don't need it all. Or one of about 7,000 other things that are on the dreaded LIST that I'm never going to finish for one reason or another. A lot of them are things I've just come to hate. While I'm more of a product than a process knitter, I've come to realize that just holding onto things in the event I might eventually maybe possibly could like them again is a little silly.
If anyone wants some yarn, holler. One knitters unloved stash is another's treasure, or whatever.