In my darkest moments, sometimes I think that I might have too much knitting-related stuff. Actually, that's a lie, I never think that, but sometimes I think I should. There is a lot of stuff in my flat at the moment (not all of it mine), and if I didn't keep all my leftover half-balls of yarn, if I didn't have duplicates of every needle size, then maybe all of that stuff could look slightly more... arranged, as opposed to just stacked. (That's a big maybe. There's a lot of stuff.) But tonight I am justified. Tonight I knelt on one of the very beautiful wooden needles that I am currently using for the little tiny fox feet (see previous post), heard a small snap and had a moment of heart-stopping distress, before realising that, of course, I have another set of those needles. Broken needle changed for spare, job done, happy knitter. Plus I get to spend a happy few minutes buying more needles, so I have another spare for next time. Totally justified.
Oh, and even though my book collection probably takes up more space than the knitting stuff, there is simply no such thing as too many books. A book collection doesn't need any justification at all.
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