I think of my stash as sweater quantities. That has always been how I think of it. It was a measure of what I needed in my life. Pre thyroid medication, I was cold. Deeply inside me cold that seldom was fixed by wearing one warm garment. Wool was like a hug and it helped. That's why, in my mind my stash all looks like this.
Nice tidy bags of sweater quantities all sorted and ready for use. But...
Even though all my yarn is now in the closet and I no longer have an inspiration cabinet (it's a second sweater chest) it all fits in the closet.
Two of the boxes have significant space in them so next fall, I will probably merge them. By then, there may be space in another box. Who knows.
I forgot to put away ant of my winter sweater yarns but I did pull out a few yarns that I want to use for this summers crop of sweaters.
The green is for Rebecca Clow's Airundle. I thought very seriously about buying the perfect green yarn but I have this. The crisp green is my current colour obsession, FYI. This is close to perfect and it will do. It is some St Denis Boreale, a sadly discontinued yarn that I will hold double. I found a couple skeins to use for repairs on current sweaters too. I pulled these all out to set up for projects. Unfortunately I am out of the bags I like to use for pre projects, so I have to do something about that.
I did rearrange the stash boxes so that the bins of cottons are easily reachable. There are a few other yarns I want tops from before summer is done but I can't pull out the entire stash. Well, I could but you know how it is.
And then I went to have some tea and knit. I know I have two very recently started projects but my knitting heart is not into them right now. So this happened.
I have a giant box of Handicrafter cotton for pin loom weaving dishcloths, and one giant ball was pure white. There was also some cotton yarn from a frogged project in the box. It struck me that they would make a great speedy summer t shirt.
And so it goes. A new knit and yarn to dream with. What a lovely thing...even if it snowed again last night and covered the rotten snow with a blanket of soft white. It would be pretty in October. But April? Not so much.







