Next time someone gives me a hard time about the size of my
yarn stash, I am going to say:  Hey, I
know a man who has 7000 cast iron pots.

It’s true.  He is a
friend of my husband — they are golfing buddies, in fact.  And everyone considers him a
salt-of-the-earth & down-to-earth guy. 
Even the people who know he has 7000 cast iron pots. 

Now, I don’t judge.  I
am all in favor of having hearty, healthy passions.  Follow your bliss and all that.  And, well, those 7000 cast iron pots have to
be somewhere, right?  I mean, they are
pretty durable goods and aren’t going to collapse into dust any time soon. They
might as well be in the Cast Iron Pot, um, Kennel(?) he built for them as
anywhere else on earth.   So, if they bring him joy and he has a place
to keep them, I say “Fabulous! Enjoy!”

Just don’t give me grief about my many (many, many) skeins
of yarn.   They bring me joy and I have a
place to keep them.  And if someday you
see me out back building a Yarn Coop, well, don’t judge.