Sometimes I drive myself crazy. I know I have some obsessive/compulsive tendencies--I sometimes come back home to see if I've closed the garage door, and occasionally get out of bed to be sure the doors are locked, I'm a fanatic about being sure I have my keys and my phone before I go out the door.
And lately I've been waking up in the middle of the night worrying about yarn. About whether I have too much, or have ordered enough, or what I'm going to make with what. It's insane.
I woke up last night worried about the Kureyon. I'd ordered four balls of one color and two of another--the two to make another "Perfect Pouch" and the four were earmarked for a Booga Bag, which actually only takes three, but I like even numbers. But then I saw the Lily bag pattern at ThreadBear, and I think I'd rather make that than the Booga Bag, it seems to be a better shape for me.
But would four balls of Kureyon be enough? I don't have the pattern, so I don't know. But Rob said that it would take four hanks of Manos, so I was lying there trying to remember how many yards are in a hank of Manos, and of course, didn't know. And worried.
But then, this morning, I got an email from Carodan Farm, who I had ordered the Kureyon from, who said that they only had one ball of Color 92, so did I want just the one, or something else, and I said, well, why didn't they give me five of the Color 32 for the Lily bag, and just the one 92, because while there's really nothing I can do with one ball, 92 is the one I've been wanting to see in person, so what the heck.
See? Crazy.