|Like The Queen
Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
Getting rid of stash that doesn't suit anymore is liberating. I'm facing the reality that I can't work with 100% cotton now, it aggravates my tendonitis something fierce. We learn from things and then we move on from them - much of my stash was a learning experience, and my life and my tastes have changed, and it's time to move on. I can't believe tomorrow is October.
You and your rust-colored yarn -- you're like me and my teal-colored yarns. We like what we like, don't we?
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Sunday, September 30, 2007 Somewhat cranky post about stash, with a happy ending
Your October Forecast: They say a little of what you fancy does you good. So why doesn't a lot of what you fancy do you even more good? If it is possible to have too much of a good thing, wouldn't you rather find out for yourself than be told so by some sanctimonious sage? Officially, I am supposed to tell you to quit while you are ahead. There's a strong temptation to overdo things this month. But how far is too far? Where should you draw the line? I am your astrologer, not your mother. It is my job merely to point out that you can get away with an awful lot if you play your cards right. I probably have a moral responsibility to add something else here - but I, er, seem to have run out of space.
Thank you Mr.Horoscope. It is fortunate that I don't have a criminal bent, I suppose. It is doubly fortunate that I could probably come up with a list of wants which not only pleases me but enhances the lives of those around me. Or at least, I can imagine they would. After all, even if
No knitting has been done for days, but I certainly spent yesterday with my stash. A good thing, since I'll be spending the next two weekends with yarn, fiber and fleece sellers' stashes at FFF and Stitches East. It's good to know that boxes and tubs and bags of the stuff are already insulating my house from the cold winter winds. I do NOT (not not not not) need any more stuff in my house.
Usually rearranging my stash is a pleasurable, if somewhat daunting, task but it was extraordinarily difficult yesterday. There was a crankiness about TheCastle to begin with, I am sure caused by the loneliness of knowing LD isn't living near by anymore. It had the familiar feeling and unwelcome effect of making TheQueen and her consort flirt with squabbling all day. Fortunately, I recognized that pattern and was able to do my part to circumvent unproductive arguments, though I'll admit, I grimaced in the kitchen a few times. Couple that with a wretched lack of sleep the night before and just the hint of a flu-like malaise to which yrs.trly. had had ample exposure last week. (I work with the public and it looks like flu is coming early this year) So, with 2 strikes already I tackled the great Partial&TemporaryPutBack. Yes. I am sure that was the real reason I couldn't get into that delicious "shopping your stash" mode that usually makes rearranging stash so much fun. I not only couldn't put it all back, but I know much of what I did yesterday will have to be undone whenever the carpenter shows up to build the shelves where it will go back after he builds the shelves on which I'll store it.
Okay. That is the point where you are supposed to be laughing
Because part of me is thinking “Oh law – I'm waiting for a carpenter who won't show up till it suits him.” and this, in itself, is a strange and uncomfortable feeling because I married a carpenter!!! I don't think I could have married a man who was not a carpenter. (Hum that old '60's tune, now.) So there's aNOTHer change I'm having to squeak myself into. BD's eyesight is so bad now he wisely refuses to play with tools with sharp cutting edges. Happily, cataract surgery is on the near horizon, so in the springtime, when I have asked the universe to start construction on my studio, he ought to be able to set his hand to tools and leave that patina of his personality, which I love so much, on the woodwork. Like a signature, his carpentry is so distinctive I believe I could recognize it wherever I saw it.
So. Knowing that I couldn't really finish the task made it particularly difficult to start. Not that I am a finisher, of course. But the possibility of completion must always be there at the beginning and I had a difficult time tossing my mind over any temporary solutions to some future, but not too distant future, permanent one. (A very far distant future has no influence over present day solutions – one hardly ever really believes in a far distant future. It's more of a fantasy)
I did get all sorts of things stowed away. The 6 big blue tubs will go upstairs when we get the bookshelves finished down here, remove the bookshelves upstairs, move the bed, and set the desk in place. Sort of a knee-bone connected to the thigh-bone thing. I also threw away some beautiful, butterscotch handpainted and felted roving I bought years ago. There was an epiphanal moment when the spinning angel choir sang to me “Queenie baby, you've already learned so much from this stuff. It will never spin into a yarn you like. Let it go now.”
And so it had. I had learned several different ways of stripping and attenuating felted roving, but I'd also learned that, no matter how beautiuful a colorway is, overly felted roving will make my hands hurt when I try to spin it and painful hands ruin the spinning experience. And so I did. Pitch it.
I made no real discoveries but I did a bit more consolidation. AND I labled the contents of the sideboard that now houses much of what used to be in the old blue wardrobe. I also found the content lables for the big blue tubs, which I could apply, should I be so moved today. I put together a more concise Teacher's Kit and Story Telling Kit and I also found that bag of single balls of worsted weight yarn that I'll be taking with me to Stitches East. That's the only homework I have. It's a design inspiration class -6 hours long!- and I'm to bring graph paper, colored pencils, needles, and lots of different colored yarn bits.
Here's my collection. A little redundant on the rust colored yarn but I'm sure there will be lots of blue and grey gals there and we can swap.
And here is a Stash Smiley - Isn't that the most gorgeous roving? I can't believe I forgot I had it!
Here's a close up of that nose - it's Merino/Tencel, hand painted, from Three Waters Farm.
Labels: Stashposted by Bess | 8:17 AM