Part one lives in the bottom of the airing cupboard
Part two lives in an old trunk in the hallPart three lives in an old wicker laundry hamper in the room off the kitchen (which I've explained before we pretentiously call the morning room because of its relationship to the sun in the morning). Obviously I'm only showing you the top layer of each box, they are about 18 inches deep and believe me both completely full of wool.
Finally, and this is more an art work than a stash, there's the sock wool that because its so beautiful and cheerful lives in a basket and is out on display.
I'm hyperventilating now thinking about all that yarn and realise that knitting up a few children's clothes, socks etc isn't going to reduce the mountain. I also realise that explaining how most of this stock came either as gifts, from charity shops or sales and that I had been collecting for my retirement doesn't make the situation any better. I need a big think about some big projects, though at the moment I'm far too stressed so everything has gone back into its respective storage department and the doors have been closed. I'm off to make a strong coffee, browse through the Rowan magazine and consider opening a shop.