Yesterday I sat with the stash. Well, the stash that doesn’t sit next to the couch. And you know what? I purged it like nobody’s business. There were tangled skeins not worth keeping, bulky yarns I will never want to use, and more acrylic than I’d like to admit.
I thought about making stuff available to you guys, but there was so little, really, and pretty much none of it had a label or was a full skein. It wasn’t worth anything to anybody. And now it’s gone!
I got this bin at Bed, Bath, and Beyond and now nearly all the yarn, plus a big bag of fiberfill (which of course, takes up a ton of the space–at the bottom) fits in the bin. OK, it’s spilling out over the top a bit, but it can be smooshed down. (There’s still the yarn in the container next to the couch, but it doesn’t get sorted: It simply gets put in a box. And a small KnitPicks box with a few skeins of Crayon in it. I can shove them in with everything else, no prob.)
Today, I went through my clothing. I’m happy to say that I filled a giant black trash bag with clothing to donate to some kind of charity (can’t figure out which is easiest to get to from here). I feel very satisfied with the things I’m keeping, and I’m proud of how honest I was with myself. I acknowledged the wonderful skirt that I’ve been holding onto for years but doesn’t fit. It will never fit–I’m very close to the weight I was when I could wear the skirt, but my body physically changed its shape when I hit my mid-20s, and now my hips will not let me wear that skirt. I sadly put it in the donation pile. The last 5 or so times I’ve done a purge, I’ve kept that skirt even though I KNEW I would never wear it again.
That was my task for the day–sort the clothing–so I feel at liberty to slack off a bit this afternoon! I’ve been working on a new pair of socks that have been an experiment in cables, and they have required much frogging. I’m psyched about them, though, if I can work out all the math!
Next task: Go through the linen closet, with all those random toiletries that I need once in a blue moon. It’s time to acknowledge that if I ever need a cotton ball down the road, I can buy some.