I had a few little aches (if you can hear my peanut gallery laughing, you will translate that correctly) and so I took it easy. I finished the little bag (see the post from yesterday!), and all day Sunday I took it easy. Easy doesn't mean what most people think it means. Easy means I did this.
by which I mean I went through the yarns and cleaned the shelf and closet. While I did this, I made sure to stir things up.
I reacquaint myself with all my delicious yarns. That is why this is an easy job. It isn't hard to remember this. Sigh.
And this. It's an alpaca lace from a small mill in Saskatchewan. Stunning stuff.
Hard not to love it. I wish you could feel it. I would knit it immediately if I could figure out what is going to show off its beauty best. This is a problem with a lot of my stash. What will do it justice?
This cleaning thing also means I got to play in the sweater yarn stash. And the miscellaneous stash. And the sock stash, which isn't stash at all, but an everyday necessity.
by which I mean I went through the yarns and cleaned the shelf and closet. While I did this, I made sure to stir things up.
I reacquaint myself with all my delicious yarns. That is why this is an easy job. It isn't hard to remember this. Sigh.
And this. It's an alpaca lace from a small mill in Saskatchewan. Stunning stuff.
Hard not to love it. I wish you could feel it. I would knit it immediately if I could figure out what is going to show off its beauty best. This is a problem with a lot of my stash. What will do it justice?
This cleaning thing also means I got to play in the sweater yarn stash. And the miscellaneous stash. And the sock stash, which isn't stash at all, but an everyday necessity.
What a great way to spend a weekend. Playing in the dirt and playing in the stash. It doesn't get better than that.
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