Due to the generosity of knitters, indie dyers and some incredible friends, I have more than a bit of a stash out here. I call it my Afghani-stash, and it makes me so happy; on the whole it is a tactile, smooshy, warm and soft representation of the kindness of strangers and the warmth of friends.
I have a bit more than I know what to do with right now, and I've sworn not to buy anything else until I've worked through the majority of what I have- and that'll probably carry me some time into my return to the States. I've purchased very little yarn out here- I really haven't needed to- and I'm trying to avoid getting any more. I'm getting pretty stoic about it. So when I face deep and severe temptation, I take drastic steps.
Please, someone, for the love of God, go to fiberphile's shop and buy some of her sock yarns. Make yourself something lovely out of them. Send me pictures, and let me live vicariously through you, but get them sold so I can stop compulsively looking at them, nearly buying them, and feeling weak. Her oranges and greens are terrible for my stash resolutions. The yarn is gorgeous, smooth and strong and well dyed- it even comes with a tiny Eucalan sample!