Confessions of a Yarn Addict! (And No, I’m Not Looking for Help — Just More Shelving)
Let’s set the scene: you own a yarn shop. You crochet professionally. You design your own amigurumi. You’re surrounded by literal walls of yarn, all day, every day. People think you must be the picture of restraint. Organised. Disciplined. Someone who has it all under control. LOL. Let me be very honest with you — as someone who used to be a lawyer, I thought I knew a thing or two about discipline. But then I picked up a skein of chenille and the only thing I’ve been disciplined about since is justifying my purchases with “It’s for the shop.” So here we go. Grab a cuppa (or a cocktail), pull up a WIP, and let me take you on a journey of my yarny confessions. My Actual Stash? Technically Small. Emotionally Massive. People assume I have a mountain of yarn at home. Like a wall-to-wall, colour-coded yarn explosion in every room of the house. The reality is, my actual personal stash only takes up eight small Kallax cubes. Most of the yarn you see in my lives is shop TikTok or website s...