I collected yarns for my projects. I couldn’t resist them. Many are still there in the huge trunk upstairs. While downsizing in 2012, the year my husband died, I didn’t have the heart to throw them away. Someday (I feel the day won’t ever come) I may use them.
Or maybe on day my children would empty the trunk (once I’m gone), and throw them away.
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