One of the side effects, so to speak, of me learning to spin (and practicing so much), is that I am steadily accruing skeins of yarn, just for the stash.
It tickles me no end to see these skeins and hanks of yarn sitting there, waiting for a project to take my fancy. I don’t know why, but it does. It feels quite satisfying to see a few balls of yarn just sitting. It’s like putting by, but in yarn. It appeals the part of my brain that feels the need to stock up and have enough to get by.
If ever I can’t get to the shops, my family need not panic. I have yarn. We’re OK.