Ok so the title is a bit dramatic, but it’s also not too far off.
Last time I assessed the size of my stash, the stash was it. I hadn’t invested in many other knitting-related supplies and the yarn I had basically all fit into one big sack. Oh how I yearn for those days (sort of).
Last weekend was a 3 day affair for most of the UK, so Boyfriend and I celebrated this in truly hip young person style by….venturing out to a car boot sale and then for chips at the seaside. I LOVE car boot sales and wanted to buy pretty much everything, but in the end came away with a two very restrained items.
The first was a lovely little heptagonal (yes, heptagonal) mirror that will scrub up nicely for our entrance hall for only £2. The second was an even better little find, a pack of those foam play mat things that everyone recommends for blocking. £1. Sorted.
They need a bit of a wash down, but they’re all intact and in otherwise good condition. Excellent purchase, if I do say so myself!
Upon returning home the flaw in my plan became apparent; there’s not really anywhere for these mats to go. In fact, there’s not really anywhere for quite a lot of my knitting stuff to go by this point. Our house is extremely low on storage space, and the problem was only exacerbated by the arrival of yet another sack of supplies this morning.Watch Full Movie Online Streaming Online and Download
The area next to the desk in my office started off as an artful dressmakers dummy display next to a few tasteful shelves of yarn. It has gone downhill fast.
There’s yarn on the living room bookshelves, and there’s only ever a lack of yarn on my so-called “knitting couch” when visitors are due and I like those visitors enough to tidy up after myself.
There’s a big bag of yarn just sitting in the middle of the bedroom floor wondering what’s going on.
Of course, this isn’t counting other things like needle collections, notions box, the ever-growing thread collection, buttons, googly eyes, etc etc etc.
As you can see, this needs sorting out. Boyfriend is curiously supportive, albeit in a long-suffering sort of way, and is willing to embark on a round of “Beenying”* the whole house to accomodate both my yarn and our growing games collection.
What he doesn’t know is that I sometimes lie awake at night fantasising about what it would be like to put up some nice shelves in our bedroom and fill those with yarn too so that every room has random balls of colour brightening the place up. What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, sssh.
I have grand dreams of buying a huge dresser from a second hand furniture shop and making it beautiful. Stuffing it with yarn and making it the centerpiece of my new revamped craft room. We’ll see. For now I just need to find a way to make it all fit somewhere other than the floor.
If this is my stash after 6 months of knitting, I’d rather not even think about where it’ll be by this time next year. The best part is I have another two sweater quantities arriving soon, hee!
* Named for Sarah Beeny, of course, the worship of whom comes close to a religion in our household.