Over the past few years, I have been purging quite a bit. Sometimes, I am ‘gifted’ with something, and I shudder and shake my head. Others, I have scored something on a deal, and later realize that I will never use the thing or read that book, or knit that yarn.
In others, since I have been quite the vagabond, I have been losing things in moves between hither and yon. Those things are the things that I find I am misplacing, and need to reorder, over and over again. Sighs.
That said, Ihave the yarn stash down to one plastic bag. That’s it. My desk has one set of drawers for knitting crochet and sewing tools, and my yarn bag sits under the desk. Please keep in mind that this was a desk that the local florist gave to me before she left for the wilds of Arizona.
It is huge, and takes up more space than my double bed. Yet, it is where I spend most of my waking hours. My favorite books and things are here, just an arm’s reach away.
Including my yarn.
My current knitting project is a whatsit. IE therapy knitting. When I need to take the edge off, instead of picking up a drink or taking a drug, I knit.
Knitting and crochet has been my go-to for years and years. I would knit during stressful meetings, knit when I was overwhelmed, underwhelmed, or heading for a big freak out.
With the advent of meetings on zoom, and the introduction of quarantine, my knitting went to the wayside. I had other things to work on.
Now, with the whatsit started, I realized that I don’t need a specific project in mind to knit. I don’t know whether this is going to be a dishcloth or a sweater. I have no clue if this is an afghan. It is stress knitting. Doing this means that I don’t have a deadline, a pattern to follow, or a give a crap on what happens when the project is finished.
I am okay with that. Meanwhile, the purge continues. I have to make room for a second treadle sewing machine, and I have to make room for some filing cabinets in the office. Snort.