More Old Lady Musings

My partner in crime posted last week about how she went out for St. Patrick’s Day, but felt a little old. 

I had a good laugh with her because we happened to go out on that Sunday for drinks, but it just randomly happened to be the day my mother-in-law could watch Henry for a few hours. And we chose an extremely non-irish bar so we could keep away from the crowds. 
We don’t like sharing space with strangers. Or new people. 
I’m not really sure why we even bothered going out at all. Because afterwards, we complained about the bar tab and how we should have just had a few drinks at home. 
Which is how I know I’m old. 

Or should I know I’m old because of my hobbies?

I also know I’m old because I get my annual skin screening and had an in-depth conversation with the doctor about Retin-A. 
We’re well past the “make sure you wear sunscreen and moisturize” days and have entered the “Retin-A will need to be used soon to maintain where you’re at and maybe you want to consider lasering off those red spots you’ve developed over the last year?”.
And in related news, my knees have cracked since I was pregnant and I’m also starting physical therapy for lower back pain due to slight arthritis in my lumbar area. ARTHRITIS.    
It’s always been fun to joke about being an old lady trapped in a young person’s body, but at what point do I become an old lady trapped in an old lady’s body? (also known as “just old”). 
To be honest, I’m not really sure the point of this post other than just me having a desire to complain about the inevitable destruction of my youth. 
Ironic, given I’ve watched more cartoons in the last year than I have in the previous decade. 
But that’s ok. With the getting older comes other things. Like having an adult beverage whenever I want. Or skipping making my bed. Or not doing the laundry because I’d prefer to zone out on Netflix after a long day. 

Or crocheting, because, you know…

I guess it’s just a little bit of give and take. 
And I’ll take the option where I can have prosecco with brunch any time over having to stick with milk or juice.

But it was a great deal!

“This is ridiculous. Why on earth did you buy that much yarn? Don’t you still have a bunch upstairs?”

Well, yes, dear husband, I do. Likely more than you’re aware of at the moment. Most definitely more than you’re aware of at the moment.

So so much yarn stashed in random places…

But here’s what happened…

I wanted to make a tree skirt. In typical Amy style, I way undershot how much  yarn would actually be needed.

Like, I really underestimated. Math is hard.

Luckily, I happened to be off of work and it was Cyber Monday at the time and the online deals for in store pick-up at Michael’s were pretty awesome.

I then braved the nasty weather to Michael’s to pick up said yarn and continue work on my tree skirt. It didn’t take long until, for the second time that day, I realized I was still extremely short on the amount of yarn needed.

Back online I went to order more yarn, but the weather continued to get worse and I had somehow managed to buy out every last skein of yarn in that color the store had in stock. So I had to have it delivered to the house from whatever magical place Michael’s keeps their yarn.

It’s not a secret I’m a firm believer in not paying shipping if I don’t have to, and if I hit $49, shipping would be free. However, the real problem that led to this overabundance of yarn was that the sale was so good (yarn was discounted AND 30% off all regular and sale priced items!) that it took 20 skeins to get me over the $50 threshold. And even if I don’t need 20 more skeins at this very moment, it will surely last me a while and so it just makes sense to order them now while they’re on such an incredible sale.

So you see, it’s not really my fault that I now have what would fairly be called a ridiculous amount of yarn on hand. You can’t pass up a good deal or free shipping if the opportunity arises.

Perhaps next I’ll get questioned about my ribbon stash?!?!

But, my dear husband, isn’t the real question less about the amount of yarn I have and more about when we’re going to get a house with more rooms so I can store all of my yarn properly?