Stash Guilt
Made some progress this week. Cleaned out a couple of closets and photographed the yarns I had stashed away there. I threw out all remaining plastic bags and organized and repacked the yarn in cloth carrying bags with pillowcase covers.
I realize now that I am a hoarder. I'm not a collector. Nor am I a reasonable garden variety knitter who has some bags of odd skeins and unfinished sweaters and a few sets of skeins puchased at sales all of which will be duly used in projects. No, not me. I had skeins and skeins hoarded away in multiple corners and containers, like a squirrel hoards nuts. I had only a hazy recollection of the actual yarn wedged into the spaces between boxes of off season clothing and laundry. Yikes!
There is yarn that I have purchased and yarn that previously belonged to my mother, my sister, my aunt and my grandmother, not to mention friends and neighbours. There is yarn from unravelled Sally Ann sweaters. I have yet to catalog the yarn in the attic, in the yarn bins or in the bedside tables. I'm telling myself that it's not as big a stash as some have confessed to on Ravelry, but I know that my Yorkshire grandmother would find it excessive. This makes me a little nervous.
In fact, I had to wait a few days to calm down before I could bring myself to write this. Do Jessie and Casey realize how they are changing our behaviour? Think of the closets that have been done out this summer!
Oh, and how do you like my Halloween headdress? It includes five skeins of pink Elite La Gran Mohair. Thanks to GunnStreetGirl for this photo:
I realize now that I am a hoarder. I'm not a collector. Nor am I a reasonable garden variety knitter who has some bags of odd skeins and unfinished sweaters and a few sets of skeins puchased at sales all of which will be duly used in projects. No, not me. I had skeins and skeins hoarded away in multiple corners and containers, like a squirrel hoards nuts. I had only a hazy recollection of the actual yarn wedged into the spaces between boxes of off season clothing and laundry. Yikes!
There is yarn that I have purchased and yarn that previously belonged to my mother, my sister, my aunt and my grandmother, not to mention friends and neighbours. There is yarn from unravelled Sally Ann sweaters. I have yet to catalog the yarn in the attic, in the yarn bins or in the bedside tables. I'm telling myself that it's not as big a stash as some have confessed to on Ravelry, but I know that my Yorkshire grandmother would find it excessive. This makes me a little nervous.
In fact, I had to wait a few days to calm down before I could bring myself to write this. Do Jessie and Casey realize how they are changing our behaviour? Think of the closets that have been done out this summer!
Oh, and how do you like my Halloween headdress? It includes five skeins of pink Elite La Gran Mohair. Thanks to GunnStreetGirl for this photo:
Comments
We missed you at the Rav meet up this week. I hope to see you at the RKG meeting next week.