Deirdre Saoirse Moen

My mother and I are giving up our storage unit this week, and that means the yarn and spinning fiber needs to be re-homed or reduced sufficiently that it can be stored in the house along with the stuff that's currently in storage.

We'll be having stash reduction again on Sunday, October 4, from 1-4 p.m.
( More details behind cut including discounts.... )

Tomorrow morning is almelina's jewelry show and my own yarn destashing, redux.

This time, we put ads on Craigslist, though most of the inquiries have been from Ravelry.

I keep finding lovely yarn for which I had no idea what I'd do with it. In this way, yarn is very unlike a fountain pen: with a pen, you write with it, and the type of writing you'd do with it only depends a little on the type of pen (I have one with a very broad italic nib for signatures, but most of my pens are everyday pens). So I can pick up a pen and it can be a letter-writing or fiction-writing instrument at will.

But yarn needs to be shaped into something, and what it can be depends on fiber and how many of its kin one has in compatible skeins or hanks.

And then there's spinning fiber, which is like yarn abstracted. In this (rather bad, but hey, I'm on vicodin for pain from moving all the frakkin' yarn around, so gimme a break already), roving is like meta-yarn: it can be more different kinds of things than yarn can.

I keep finding little bits of my handspun, and I like it. It pleases me to see it. I have a gauge swatch of some I did a few years back, and I was surprised again that a) it looks handspun, but only just, and b) for my first effort at knitting something that seemed consistent -- it was pretty darn good. Too bad it was only a gauge swatch.

Anyhow, for those of you who are too far away or not into fiber -- thoughts and prayers that each box will find a good home (other than mine) would be appreciated.

OMG, what a busy week.

Monday we went out to dinner.
Tuesday was Spamalot.
Wednesday I started organizing my stash.
Thursday I blew everything off because I was so bushed after yoga.
Tonight we had the company's product launch party, and then I came home and did more stash work.

I completed less than 1/3 of what I'd hoped.

The office currently contains 15 boxes of stash, and there's another 6 outside the office -- and then there's 28 I've moved to the garage tonight -- and the ~10 I can't even reach right now. Of those 28, I've only cataloged 13. I was hoping to have everything ready.

Each tote (you've seen them, right?) can hold about 60-70 skeins of yarn, depending on type. Now granted, some of these totes hold projects I'm in the middle of (for very ancient definitions of "middle"). Some have projects in one container, and the yarn in another, one skein here, another there.... That depresses me. Tonight, I found the colored yarn for a project I'd wanted to do, but it required a white base yarn and I haven't found that yarn yet. I have a sinking feeling that I no longer have it.

I'd like to have little enough that I can actually enjoy knitting again and be able to find what I'm looking for, etc.

And then there's the spinning. Oy, do I have spinning stash (counted in the above).

Why on earth did I think I needed an entire pound of pink bubblegum-colored superwash wool fiber? ::hangs head::

Anyhow, I'm worried that no one will show up, and no one will want my weird little boxes of goodness even at my OMG-you-so-want-pink-bubblegum-fiber-at-this-price prices, so even if you can't make it, I'd appreciate it if you'd say a kind thought or prayer for my success.

(I'm so glad pens take up less space....)

But before all that fun, we have a gardening class at 10:30, so I'm going to sleep for a few hours. G'night!