I made real progress eliminating my plastic bag stash. In fact with the remaining plastic bags I had, I made six balls of plarn. I figured I’d spend some time crocheting some fabulous thing out of my plastic yarn. And the best part, there was no more plastic bag stash.

Then I got an email from a neighbor saying she had a plastic bag stash and that if I wanted it, I could have it. This really made me question my sanity. Of course I wanted these bags. I want to finish my basket and I want to finish it now. To hell with patience.

On the other hand, it hadn’t even been 24 hours since I had reduced my previous bag pile to a few balls of useable plarn. I haven’t even used the plarn yet. I couldn’t go a full day living my zero-pile dream. In this way, I am insane. I justified my crazy side with the idea that I was doing good by both helping a neighbor keep plastic bags from a landfill and allowing her to let go of her stash in good conscience.

Then I inherited her plastic bag stash. WOW! That’s a lot of bags! I’m not certain if I should be disturbed or comforted by the fact that I’m not the only one who would save so many grocery sacks. This is a significant contribution to my future basket. I am both grateful and a bit a bit awestruck the pile of bags before me.

I counted them. 225 BAGS BABY!