A is for Armoire

There used to be a pile of boxes in a corner of our bedroom. Several of them were nice anonymous white boxes, but careful examination would have shown that they had come from a certain Canadian company. Now and then the pile would get a little taller, a phenomenon that I hoped no one but me noticed.

A couple of years ago, after Grant had pointedly remarked for the third time that week on the boxes' esthetic qualities, or lack thereof, I finally hit on an idea. "If you don't like looking at the boxes," I said, "why don't we buy a nice armoire?"

Grant looked at me.

And looked at me some more.

"You want to buy furniture just to put yarn in?"
"Well, not just for yarn. I could keep clothes in it too."


Handsome, don't you think?


Two of the drawers do contain clothes, but the main storage space looks like this. (Those are knitting magazines and pattern leaflets on the center right. Most of them are of fairly recent vintage, but there are some I inherited from my grandmother that a knitting historian might like to get her hands on.)

Now, I know what some of you are thinking. You're thinking, "That's her whole stash, and she claims to have a lot of yarn? Piker."

I said we got the armoire to store my stash. I didn't say it could hold my whole stash. (The astute among you will note that the pictured boxes are not white.) As I make my way through the alphabet, further revelations may occur.