Baby we can work it out

By god, I think I’ve done it. I haven’t bought yarn in over a month.

I like to think it’s because of my gradually decreasing materialism, but I have a nasty feeling that it’s because I ran out of room in the closet.

There’s probably another reason: thanks to the (shudder) moth infestation of this summer, I had to go through all of my yarn, check it for freeloading nasties, wash a bunch of it, then bag all of it and put it away again. As it turns out, in all that awesome yarn, I have … um … a whole lot of awesome yarn. So I’ve been doing what I’d call “shopping my stash,” if I weren’t so aggressively allergic to cutesy hobby-related phrases and acronyms. Hell, I even spell out “local yarn store” every time.

But most of what I’m knitting lately doesn’t warrant climbing on top of the dresser in the closet to get to the yarn boxes; most of it was already on the needles. For the last month, I’ve been entrenched in a grim war on unfinished projects. It’s no glamorous-but-doomed “Charge of the Light Brigade“; it’s a slow, protracted war of attrition, where I move the front lines forward one row at a time and never give up an inch of ground.

Every time I start craving sock yarn, I give myself a stern reminder that I don’t need more, and distract myself by going through all my potential and half-started projects.The urge to consume quickly dissolves into despair that I’ll never finish anything, ever, and after checking my Ravelry projects to find out what I’ve been ignoring longest, I dig up a little bag with a half-finished project in it and pick up where I left off. I’ve even started ripping out half-started, totally pleasing projects that stalled out when I lost momentum, because I can’t look at them without seeing a giant glowing tally mark in the “CRAP YET TO DO” pile.

It all sounds incredibly depressing, but I swear it’s not. And there’s an unexpected benefit: I’m finally figuring out where all my needles went! It’s actually starting new projects that wears me out. Once the “oooh I’m starting something new and shiny” dopamine rush wears off, I’m staring at yet another project taking up time and resources I promised to something else, and it starts to feel hollow and meaningless.

I think what I’m saying is, I’m tired of cheating on my knitting, and I want to work things out. Is there some kind of hobby couples therapy out there I should look at?