Culling the herd.

There comes a time when you have to say goodbye to the ones you love….

I am getting ready to move to Maryland next month. Among the tons of books and computer equipment and soap making supplies…. I have my stash. My beautiful beautiful stash! And tonight I went thru it all and decided what to give away. Some of it hurt. But I keep telling myself it’s going to a good home.

One of the women I work with has a little old lady at her church who makes afghans for every baby that is born in that church. I am sending most of my random yarn collection to this woman. I don’t know if she will weep in pain at the eyesores I am sending her way, or dance and be happy for the multitude of odds and ends she is getting. I hope she doesn’t cry.

What is left is this. All the stuff on the top is mostly acrylic. It was good enough for my great granny, and sometimes, it’s good enough for me. I have landscapes, and sassy stripes. I have homespun, and thick chenille. The top shelf is varied in colors. With the blues that I choose and the naturals my honey likes. And of course the colors of Gryffindor for my little brother’s hat and scarf. The hat is done, the scarf may never be.

The bottom shelf has the good stuff. The cottons that I like for various things, but mostly hand knit or crocheted washcloths. The cotton chenilles that make the best washcloths ever. The wools, and the hand painted cottons. The Stork yarn in red that I will be using to make Marnie Maclean’s Pismo hat, with a bit of a twist. It will be a Team Zissou hat when I am done. And then there is the hand painted cotton chenille that is a twisted horror of a skein that I am still not done unraveling. I am not sure what it will be used for, but I love the colors and texture. Perhaps it too will be washcloths in the end. But if so, they’ll be nice ones!