I learned how to knit 8 years ago. It is something that brings me joy – going to my LYS (Local Yarn Store) and drool over all the neatly arranged yarn, fighting the temptation to nuzzle my face against all of that luscious fiber, picking out that perfect skein, and then knitting a project with it. I love it all.
But then I found myself with way too much yarn. Bins of it, divided by color. I decided that all my yarn needs to fit in one container, so I began the process of knitting down all my stash. It took a few years, but I finally culled it.
And now it’s slowly creeping up again. So I’m in stashbusting mode, using up all the remnants in little knits like fingerless mitts and hats, the occasional jar cozy. Luckily, most of the colors coordinate with each other so I can mix them together without too much trouble.
The main incentive to use up all that yarn is so I can go out and buy more.
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Another piece of vintage jewelry, this time this sparkly brooch. It was years before I actually could figure out how to wear a brooch, let along a sparkly one like this.
I think I simply decided that it needn’t be a special occasion to wear sparkles and that I could wear it whenever I wanted. And I didn’t have to be an old lady to wear brooches, though sometimes I feel more like an “old lady” rather than a 30-something, what, with me sipping my brandy while knitting or crocheting. And my achy back.
I think this brooch is from my aunt, although it’s possible that it was from my grandmother. It’s hard to remember now. See? Channeling my inner old lady* with my bad memory.
*and by “Old Lady” I do not mean to assume all elderly women crochet, sip digestifs, and have failing memories, of course. It’s just what I hope to become as I age, maybe a slightly better memory though.