Admittedly, I was more than startled by the ghost of Christmas past as I drifted off to my nap today. There she was showing me my knitting past........ Through the fog she showed me mostly frogging, with pathetic red spots on my face from tears of frustration. Yes, she showed me the evil shop owner, hands on hips, shaking her head as she looked at my stitches disapprovingly. I vowed to the spirit I'd buy only the yarns from her that I absolutely had to have that couldn't be found at my LYS, knitpicks, or Mosaic. I had just readjusted my new napping blanket, when I was visited by the ghost of Christmas present. He showed me the present, pointing out my stash. Showing the family room from my husband's point of view. For some reason there were yarns everywhere. Needles were poking out of the sofas....little sticky notes were on the television with knitting abbreviations covering the screen. Interweave, Vogue and Family Circle knitting magazines scattered about the flo...