Tonight I realized I had to do something with the pile of discounted yarn I bought recently. When I say pile, I don’t mean a little mound–I mean a giant boulder of one-pound skeins of yarn in every imaginable color. I forced my brother to come with me to five stores, all of which had boxes that might possibly fit about half a hat inside.
After battling silly parking-lot walkers, who thought it was completely normal to text while walking in the exact center of the parking lot, and unsuccessfully explaining to several employees that all I wanted was one of those cute, long, wicker seats that had a removable top to reveal a vast empty space waiting to be filled with my yarn, I finally realized: It’s school season. Who else, but new college students, would need an amazing selection of storage units? Unrelated, I went back and read that huge sentence. I kind of like its awkwardness. I’m going to let it stay.
Anyway, I walked into the closest store, marched right up to the back-to-school section and found the most offensively large trunk I could find. When I say this thing is HUGE, I kid you not. I was able to easily fit all of my yarn inside, and while it takes up enough space in my room to make me feel guilty, I have to say I like it. Also, it was probably hilarious to watch my brother and I trying to get that sucker inside my car. It didn’t fit in the trunk even a little bit. All in all, I think tonight was a big win. Cue the Final Fantasy fanfare please!