My friend, Grandmapeachy wrote on the ever growing fabriholism and I thought I’d follow suit. I had fabriholism at one time and still would, had I not found yarn. Yards and yards and miles of yarn!
First, I decided I wanted to learn how to sew. I made the dress I wore to my son’s wedding. But, because I’d had some health issues (I’d had five grand mal seizures in one weekend and lost some brain capabilities), I was rendered unable to reason how patterns went together and how to put them together. Suddenly, I could only do small sewing tasks. I had amassed a stash any novice would be proud of . Yards and yards of material, lace, buttons, zippers. Fat quarters, strips of fabric, leftover fabric- I was in a fool’s paradise! It was Grandmapeachy’s fabriholism at its finest. And then…
Crochet came along! Crochet! Oh my gosh! I learned single, double, triple crochet. I learned how to make granny squares, chains, and clusters among other things. I was introduced to the world of yarn. Sock yarn, chunky, blanket and fancy yarn. Yarn I didn’t even know how to crochet with! Am I a great crocheter? No. But, I can make a blanket, and I have made some other things. They are not perfect, but I don’t care. That’s what makes them extraordinary. What in the world, though, was I to do with all that yarn? I had totes and boxes, an art desk that was full of yarn. And then the thought struck me- I have a pegboard in my bedroom! Of course! I could take down all the mixed media I had collected from my artistic days and box them up to give to my sister. I bought more pegs for the board and hung my yarn on it. I was ecstatic! I still have yarn strewn from here to there while working on my projects.
I can truly say that I feel much better after reading my friends’ post. I realize I am not the only one afflicted with this hopeless condition. …or is it hopeful?