I persist in attempting to organize the area of my house known as the yarn annex.

I have finished with the easy parts, and am now left to sort through huge tangles of yarn from myriad unfinished and completely forgotten projects. Some of it is so bad, I am nearly (but not quite) tempted to clean house.

The other day I dragged six plastic containers of yarn into my son's room, emptied it onto the floor and tired to conceive of a system where I would be organizing like with like (the main lesson I have taken away from Hellen Buttigieg's show, "neat.")

One container houses all that I could find of my Tivoli (now defunct) acrylic yarn. Another is filled with Cascade 220, and Lamb's Pride yarn that is 15% mohair and 85% wool (both felt very well, but I find the Lamb's Pride very itchy). A third container is dedicated to the brand Classic Elite as I made a seemingly endless number of "good buys" of their product lines.

Another container is dedicated to various cottons, a fifth to "onesies" (those irresistible skeins that go with nothing else I own but were "too good" to pass up), and the last one houses my precious Manos del Uruguay. I say precious because floating around in my gray matter somewhere is the perfect project made of this yarn. I have been acquiring the yarn for years, and one day, I am certain the project will reveal itself to me.