What 2012 Was Supposed to Be

If you remember, I'd thought this would be the year of small lacy things. So, what have I made in lace? Nothing.

And it was supposed to be the year of finishing things. So how much have I completed? Precious little.

I also hoped it would be the year I could finally bust thru my stash and not buy, buy, buy in the yarn department. But how much stash-busting have I done? HAH! And have I refrained from purchasing more yarn? Nope.

In fact, I finally broke down and purchased another plastic bin for the yarn that was piling up on top of the other bins too full to accommodate more. Yup. I gave in.

But I did manage to begin the Sock Yarn Remnants Blanket in blues/tans/browns:

All this harkens back to one pretty important admission I made years ago on this very blog:

Hello. My name is Knitnana and I'm a yarnaholic.

And they say admitting the problem is the first step to recovery? Hehehe. Hasn't worked for me.

So, I'm a committed knitter, learning to crochet. The yarn and needle/hook stash is growing. What isn't? Frankly, the fabric stash. I've taken a huge, hard look at the walls of fabric in the sewing room, and with the slight exception of some rare fabric or a blender for a bag order, I've stopped buying fabric.

I should probably just be happy with that, shouldn't I?

Of course, I'm not. But I did manage to follow a tradition I began several years ago:

I spent Mother's Day picking out flowers and potting them in the urns on the front porch. This was just before the heavens opened up and it rained heavily for two days. Today the sun shown nicely, and the temperatures were even springlike. And look how they perked up all sweet and pretty?