Frustration, thy name is knitting

I thought tennis was frustrating, but I think knitting is beginning to frustrate me more. Last week, I dug through bags within bags looking for my knitting needles. I opened the storage ottoman and unleashed a tangled mess of yarn skeins. It was a cacophony of colors and textures. I gave up all the overly ambitious patterns and dumped random knitting tools that have no function from what I can tell.

The guest room bed is covered with yarn organized by color, needles, crochet hooks, and a variety of bags I collected to hold all my projects. The bags are now empty, because the projects have neve...