greetings from planet snot. i’m SO sick. maintaining brain functions hurts. breathing hurts. everything hurts.
when i’m sick i hug yarn. and watch independence day. sometimes both at the same time. it just makes sense.
so after manhattan got destroyed but before jeff came up with a way to save the planet by giving the aliens a cold (THAT’S WHY IT’S SO FITTING) i hugged some serious yarn and decided to do a bit of a stash toss at the same time.
i don’t think i’ve ever laid down all my yarn for a single frame. initially i felt a bit mixed about seeing it all in one go. i thought it would look more impressive, by which i mean i thought i had more, like the greedy, delusional child i am.
then i remembered how extrodinarily good i’ve been about buying yarn in the past year or so. i’ve seriously only bought yarn for projects i’ve started right away. i haven’t stashed for the sake of stashing. that type of behaviour is exclusive to buying fabric now.
my camera hates complex colour combinations, but you’ll get the general gist of it – reds, yellows, teals and neutrals are spectacularly overrepresented in my stash. especially when on the earthy side of the spectrum they’re colours that always work for me, so they’re very safe in terms of buying into the stash. i’m also super drawn to rustic and sheepy materials, so while around half of my stash is merino because it’s so prevalent and easy to use, the other half is a pretty diverse collection of breed-specific yarns (bfl, columbia, finnsheep, targhee, i’m just name-dropping here because i CAN.)
you won’t find any multi-coloured skeins in my stash, because even though i used to dye variegated yarns for a living, i just don’t see much point to them. the only exceptions are self-striping yarns and skeins my mom picked (bless her underdeveloped eye for colour).
my stash of sweater quantities has dwindled enormously from its heyday because 2015 was definitely a year of sweaters and i made most of them directly from the stash. i also sold quite a few lots that i just didn’t love anymore, which is somewhat heartbreaking but also very grown-up and liberating.
back in the day i used to mainly buy single skeins, either because i saw a colour i couldn’t let go or because i wanted to try out a new brand or base. either way, that’s what the vast majority of my stash is still made of. for a long time i was (subconsciously) alternating between binge-knitting socks and binge-knitting single-skein scarves, which admittedly justifies an extensive fingering-weight single-skein stash, but eventually my knitting habits became more diverse and it started making less and less sense to just hoard them in hysteric amounts. (SEE? GROWN UP.)
most of this stuff is therefore pretty old, from pre-canada times even. but not being much of a single-skein knitter doesn’t mean i’m just going to get rid of them. OH NO. there are babies here that carry a lot of memories, other babies you can’t even buy anymore, and babies that are simply too perfect for this world and shall therefore never be made into anything but cherished until the end of time for the perfect little bundles of joy they are. and around half of the single skeins are treasures from finnish indie dyers, which i do still allow myself to hoard whenever i go back, because home and nostalgia and shipping charges.
so it’s a pretty decent stash with enough to keep me going on a rainy day but not too massive to be stuffed into bags and bins and out of the way. and the toss revealed no bugs either, unlike my kitchen rampage a few days ago, which revealed plenty. but as long as they stay out the yarn we’re cool. and as long as they don’t pee in my cereal. and as long as they’re not spiders. on second thought, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY KITCHEN, BUGS.