Ordinarily I'd say there's no such thing as too much yarn but in this house...
Yes, I feel a bit like Harry Potter, except that I live in the attic instead of under the stairs.
But the yarn.... almost that whole back wall, that giant tower of Rubbermaid tubs, the giant cedar chest not in the picture, the couple of boxes and a giant knitting bag beside my chair, also not in the photo....
Yep. It must be done. The yarn diet starts now. My new rule is, I can only bring more yarn in if (1) a customer wants something custom made with a specific color/yarn, (2) I need (like, really, really Need, not just want) a skein to finish a project, (3) I inherit a 36 room mansion from some long lost and unknown relative or (4) yarn magically appears on my doorstep.
This new rule has been in effect for about two hours and I'm already starting to twitch.
I'm fairly certain I don't have any long lost relatives.
Gosh! I sure hope yarn magically appears on my doorstep!