Maybe that's why I'm so fond of wee socks:
Turtlemom (Ravelry) sent me this little gem as part of the June Wee Sock Swap.
I was looking at my stash and pondering my guilt over the size of my stash when it hit me. I'm not uptight about how much I've spent on yarn; I worked hard for every cent spent and have never put our roof/food/utilities in jeopardy. The problem is that my yarn stash takes up a lot of real estate in our tiny little quarters: one storage bin, one half of the toy chest/window seat that the HusBoy got me for my birthday, and two drawers of my nightstand are full of knitting/crocheting/crafting accoutrements. That is a lot of room taken up by my little hobby, especially when the HusBoy is leaving his swim trunks on the top of the dresser because he says he's run out of room for his clothes. All this and my various knitting bags and in-progress projects make for a lot of lost floor space. Now that we've invested in a larger bed, all this knitting stuff, stored on my side of the bed, also makes it hard for me to get in and out of bed without breaking my little neck. Am I going to change anything? Probably not, but it's kinda cool to get to the bottom of my neurosis.
Good news: my little genetic test came back negatory, so my surgery will be minimally invasive instead of completely and totally invasive. I am still having the mastectomy and they will still have to pop out some lymph nodes, but I will be keeping the left breast and my ovaries, yay! Surgery may be as early as Wednesday, I will keep y'all posted, promise!