My mother could never have too much yarn. She loved to buy it even though she knew she already had plenty of yarn, she could knit for years and years and never run out of yarn. She swore that it multiplied of its own accord in the night.
Naomi is the same way. When we broke down the house, we decided that Naomi should inherit my mom's yarn which side-stepped a potentially charged sorrowful issue. My mom lived with a lot of yarn and had a bunch when she died. Naomi picked out what she wanted and the rest went to Sandy P for their church craft projects. Naomi also feels she's powerless against the pull of more and more yarn.
She knits like her grandmother, she always has projects going. She knits the booties and gives those away. She knits scarves and hats and gives those away. And, though she knows she has plenty of yarn, well we just can't resist going to JoAnn's on Black Friday.
And bought more yarn. I bought more baby bootie yarn, She bought other yarn and Naomi ended up with two more bags of yarn.
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