I am here to say, that I am a yarnaholic. I admit that I am powerless to yarn. Yarn has interrupted my life, deleted my savings, driven away suitors... My life is controlled by yarn. I hear the siren call of silk, wool, alpaca, linen, mohair... I am weak and unable to resist.
That being said , I just picked up some lovely yarn at a sale yesterday , and only went 3'x over what I planned to spend. SO, my goal for next month is to have a rummage sale, and whatever I don't absolutely love out of my QUICKLY GROWING STASH (I love that word...it sounds like you could hide it in a drawer... I couldn't hide my stash in a UHAUL!) I will sell. Unfortunately, what I will sell probably won't interest male knitters: mostly badly advertised mohairs and some novelty sold on e-bay. Not very butch stuff.
What else? Nothing really....working on my sash and my kilt...making good progress on the former: 1-2 feet per day (I'm speedy). Photos of me in them by the end of August, promise.
Picked out some really cool yard called "Fatigue" at the sale~kind of a felted but stretchy wool ribbon, that I am going to knit my first "top down cardigan" in. Merlot, periwinkle, and olive. Should be very fetching for fall.