If you look in the trunk of my car, you will see that it is FILLED with yarn. I'm not exaggerating. It's like I'm a mobster who's killed a bunch of yarn and I am now driving it around, looking for a river so that I can make it "swim with the fishes".
It's been there since I moved about six months ago, and I haven't been motivated to move it to a proper location. I've even been known to visit the trunk of my car in my pajamas to find a ball of charcoal gray yarn so that I can use it to make a hat. I opened the trunk, dug around, found what I was looking for, shut the trunk, and skipped back to the house. Never once thinking that I should just bring the yarn inside.
I keep imagining these scenarios where I'm stranded somewhere in the wilderness with friends and my stash of trunk yarn will be the only thing that saves us. We'll be starving, so we create an elaborate trap with my trunk yarn that allows us to catch animals to eat. "Good thing you had that big ass bag of yarn in the trunk, Nik. That was a close one.", they'd say as we're being rescued. This crazy thinking only serves as justification to keep the yarn in the trunk. Who wouldn't want to be a hero?
There's more yarn in my bedroom in random baskets. A few skeins in the sock drawer. Hanks hanging from a few door knobs.
But wait, there's more. In an undisclosed location, of course. I'm not going to tell you where because you also like yarn and it might go missing.
I know I'm not the only one who has yarn just hanging out in random places.
I'm sure we all need help in the storage department, so I think that this apartment therapy article will be just what we need to light fires under our arses to store our yarn in a more sane manner.