Tying Up Loose Ends

Day 21:

Beginning the second fifth of #The100DayProject today. First, I organized my yarn stash, which—after some unravelling of a couple knotty skeins— currently fits into one very large bin and two big baskets. I do not, as the hip-hop song I posted with yesterday’s reel about the project, “Need More Yarn.”

I Need More Yarn
by Yarnie On Da Hook

“I got 57 skeins and I still ain’t calm.”
I need more yarn, don’t ask why,
Cart full of skeins and I still might cry.
Bought a whole stash, said “this the last,”
Then saw a sale and spent it fast.
I need more yarn, like now, no cap,
Got bins on bins and a color map.
Yarn store clerk know me by name,
Swipe that card, I feel no shame.
I got worsted, DK, jumbo too,
Color so fine, had to cop that blue.
Said no more yarn? That’s cute — you tried,
But I see a gradient, and all bets slide.
Midnight scrollin’, eyes real wide,
“Limited stock” — now I’m outside.
UPS man just shook his head,
Dropped off a box, it’s full of thread.
I crochet slow, but I buy like zoom,
Got yarn in the closet, yarn in the room.
Yarn in the car, yarn in my bag,
Yarn in a basket my cat tryna snag.
I need more yarn, don’t ask why,
Cart full of skeins and I still might cry.
Bought a whole stash, said “this the last,”
Then saw a sale and spent it fast.
I need more yarn, like now, no cap,
Got bins on bins and a color map.
Yarn store clerk know me by name,
Swipe that card, I feel no shame.
I got 3 WIPs and 10 more planned,
A half-done shrug and a ghosted headband.
Y’all out clubbin’ — I’m at Joann’s,
Stackin’ coupons in both my hands.
It’s a fiber frenzy, a textured trap,
One more skein and I’ll fill this gap.
I said I’d chill — that was a lie,
New colorway just dropped? Goodbye.
I need therapy, or maybe a tote,
To carry all this soft lil’ hope.
Crochet got me in a bind,
But I like my yarn like I like my mind — twisted.
You ever buy so much yarn you start hiding it in the oven?
Under the couch? Behind shampoo bottles?
If loving yarn is wrong… I don’t wanna be right.
I need more yarn, I said what I said,
Yarn in the fridge and yarn in the bed.
Custom life, I stitch, I slay —
But I’ll risk rent for that merino gray.
I need more yarn, don’t make me choose,
I got 8 pinks and I need more hues.
Stash so big, might start a farm…
One more skein won’t do no harm.
Yarn therapy…
That’s a real diagnosis.
Catch me outside — with a hook and a haul.
(Yarn gang 4 life.)

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