The Definition of "Stash"

President Clinton would be proud.

I have photographed my stash. Of course, it all depends on your definition of stash. For my purposes, stash does not include:

(1) partial balls left over from random projects
(2) yucky acrylic that you wish you had never bought, because with the money you spent on all that acrylic, you could have bought, like, one skein of cashmere
(3) stuff you have no intention of using and plan to give away/throw away/eBay.

Also not pictured here is my Rowan Felted Tweed, which I'm using for the Weasley sweaters. Not a great picture, but hey, it's the best I can do with kids in the house.

Highlights: There's quite a bit of Lion Brand Wool-Ease, which I am not embarrassed to admit I actually like, and there are 13 balls of Cotton-Ease too. (Hoarding? Who's hoarding?) There's a lone hank of Colinette Giotto that I bought for $15 on eBay, whilst forgetting that I hate to knit with ribbon. I have a ridiculous amount of TLC Cara Mia and Katia Diana, which are basically the same yarn. The lovely wine stuff in the corner is Cascade 220 for my Kepler. The Lamb's Pride in the front is for sweaters for the boys. The purple stuff in the near foreground is Debbie Bliss Alpaca Silk (sigh) that might become a Vintage Velvet scarf (from Scarf Style). There's also my gift for joining Rowan International -- two balls of Kidsilk Haze in Trance, which is the most lovely teal color I have ever seen. The pale green stuff is Rowan Summer Tweed.

OK, so I did it! Christine has begged me not to tag her with this. So, I will show mercy. If you are the exhibitionist sort, and want to flash, consider yourself tagged. But Carla and Olga. You are most definitely tagged.

In other Socktoberfest news, I have washed and dried the Vineyard socks. Oh. My. God. They are so soft and comfy! And I thought they were nice before. (Is it gross to wear your socks without washing them first? I mean, they go on your feet.)

And for a bit of blog promotion...You all know how I feel about bleak, cold, green places. Through Alison's blog, I found Carola's blog, "Sheep and No City." She lives in Iceland. She knits amazing socks. And she is really funny. You must check it out.