Over winter break my roommate called my house in Delaware. She wanted to know if it was ok to rearrange a bit. I said it was fine. I could tell she was nesting and I wanted her to comfortable in the apartment. She moved my cd player which was fine, it was ok that she moved my craft table (in my non-knitting craft life I also scrapbook and sew a little bit), although she moved it away from its convenient spot by the TV in the livingroom. She crossed the line when I noticed she moved my yarn. I trotted into my apartment after a month of estrangement, skipped up to my former yarn spot and it was gone! It had been gorgeously displayed in an old steamer trunk (the kind that they took on the Titanic). It used to be open and on a large wall for all eyes to see. I turned quickly to find my yarn and it was stuffed in an odd corner and I could hardly get the drawers open. It got worse when our couch finally arrived and then I couldn't even see my yarn anymore.
When I asked her why she moved it, she said she wanted to put a day bed there. I know you can't see the layout of the apartment, but you're going to have to trust me on this...it made absolutely no sense. You can't see the TV from there, it would be like sitting in the middle of the apartment with a gorgeous view of the kitchen...not exactly ideal. This is the same girl who wanted to bring a grand piano into a tiny two bedroom apartment. I had to put my foot down on that one.
So, for the last two months I have tried to live with it, my most cherished possession stuffed in the corner. I cracked before spring break. I was cleaning the apartment and I just couldn't take it anymore. I was trying to dig through all of my UFO's and I couldn't get the flippin drawers open. The night before about 7 of her friends slept over. I ended up cleaning there mess up and she hadn't even warned me that she was having so many people over. That was it! My yarn was going back! Back I say! I would return it to it's former glory and display it for all eyes to see, damn it!
That's just what I did too. I put my wicker chair in it's place, which makes more sense. That's one more chair for all her friends that are always there.
Later that day, I was doing the dishes. I unloaded the dishwasher and what did I find....my double pointed knitting needles in the dishwasher, which I suppose she thought were chopsticks! This could be an honest mistake, but almost every sweater she owns is handknitted by her mom and she knits too. She knows what needles look like! My double points also say "Brittany US size 7", I'm positive that her chopsticks don't say that. I know she means well, but come on.
On another note, I've been on Spring break for three days and I've already bought some yarn. I bought some Trekking at Still Water Fibers in Oxford, PA. I really liked the shop. It's not very big, but there were some yarns in there that I hadn't seen. I managed to restrain myself and just by the one skein of sock yarn. I should reward myself for that, hey maybe another skein of yarn!