Mountain Colors everywhere

So I go to my LYS looking for yarn for my first pair of socks ever, and the LYSO sells me not one but two hanks of Mountain Colors worsted (same color) for me to learn on. She says I’ll need two hanks for a pair of socks.

Well, turns out I only needed one hank for a pair of socks, so now I’m going to have to knit another pair with the same yarn, second hank. Fine. I like Mountain Colors; I’m okay with that colorway but am not in love with it. But it was on sale, after all.

If I had known that one hank yielded one pair of socks, I would have bought a different color for the second hank. But oh well.

SO, I am looking at yarn on eBay and I find some Mountain Colors yarn that has some blue in it and looks brighter and more cheerful than what I own. Mountain Colors is great to knit with and the price is right, so I buy a hank. Do I check the color number? No.

The yarn arrives. My monitor lied. It looks almost identical to the Mountain Colors yarn I already own, and it is indeed the same color number.

So now I have three hanks of the same Mountain Colors yarn. That’s six socks of the same colors running through my fingers. OMG. And even sadder, this is the second time I have ordered sock yarn that I already owned. 

I can see a new recovery group forming. “Hello, I’m a knitter . . . and I’m disorganized.”

Now, if I can find my book on household organization, I’ll be on my way. But where to begin . . . .