For ease of access (ie total laziness) I have gradually accumulated a pile of Big Tub of Knitting and Accessories and Implements, Rainbow Basket of Knitting, Plastic Tub of Cardigan Yarn, and about Four Bags of WIPS, and a 20cm deep Pile of Knitting Books and Magazines beside my preferred spot on the lounge.
'So?' I hear you cry - 'Perfectly natural knitter behaviour'
Well, yes, however there is the small difficulty of having a small person in the house who is fascinated by things that fascinate those around her - so she will grab needles, yarn, bags and books at random from my Knitting Stuff and carry it off until
- she is discovered
- she gets bored and drops it wherever she happens to have wandered to
- she gets herself so tangled in yarn that she wails for release.
Behold, the mess transferred to my bed:
The tub of implements needing further sorting:
Weird random stuff excavated from the depths - take particular note of the acorn, the scallop shell, the screwdriver, the Bill Granger cooking cdrom, Lunaria Honesty seeds, and a shoe sponge:
And the Final Line-up:
All those WIP bags are now safely tucked into my big purple tub, tucked away in a different spot where it is slightly less tempting for that smallest person with destructive powers inversely proportionate to her size.
Now, where'd I put that sock bag?