I did a little cleaning up beside my chair. Moved some things around, sorted through some stuff in my drawer--just some basic stuff.
My biggest deal is that even though I might not have used something for YEARS, about the time I toss it out, I'm sure to need it two, maybe three days later after the trash man cometh.
So I have a lot of stuff.
A LOT OF STUFF.
And there's just no way I can take it with me when I go.
Hubby said to sell it all. I just can't. He doesn't get it. This stuff is my identity! Every skein of yarn I can tell you precisely where I was when I saw it, and what I wanted to make with it when I bought it.
Of course, some of those things are now grossly outdated, but I still want the experience of making them.
And there are a few things that I don't remember--for instance I have an 18 gallon tub full of Vanna's yarn--which I'm sure will be an afghan someday. And at least two or three of the same size of Red Heart Super Savers that are earmarked for the same thing--maybe a graphghan for someone for Christmas. Those types of things are negotiable!
I also have a tub full of remnants, which is making a scrapghan--in process and with the remnants. As I add to the tub, I work another row or two. So this project is nearly always on the needles, even if it is crocheted.
And I still have projects languishing in tubs and bags downstairs. If it were to all fall on me at once, it would kill me. I'm pretty sure of that.
Can I get rid of some of it? No. About the time I did that, I would need that little remnant for something--or that ball for something else. Hubby says it's not going with us when we take our motorhome to someplace warmer this winter. So I have to determine which projects (probably those that will take longer than a few days to create) go with me, and which ones stay at home until spring.
Decisions, decisions. But nothing I have to decide immediately.
For instance, I would love to take my fair isle sweater with me and get it done. It really only has about another week or two of work and it will be finished. Don't ask me why I put it off. Fear? That could be. I'm almost to the point of steeking on it. That's enough to send any knitter reeling.
Before I can steek, I have to join the shoulders, and it's a simple operation--just a three needle bind off! Oh, but that steeking! I think I want to practice on a piece of something unimportant before I cut into this sweater. Can you hear me procrastinating?
I bought the supplies to make two sweaters from Henny's Yarn Store in Caledonia, Michigan. I could take those and work those up. I might need them--you never know when it will turn cold in winter--even in Florida and Arizona!
Beyond that, I truly don't know what to do with all of my stash. I know if I die before my husband, he will sell it all for $100. So stick around. You might get a really good deal sometime in the future.