So the snow storm came last night, but didn’t treat us too badly here in our little corner of New Jersey. I’d say we didn’t get any more than 10 inches. And I didn’t hear much in the way of wind, either. Whew. You know how I feel about wind.
Still, even though we were not snowed-in this morning, I decided to pretend we were, and I spent the first several hours of the day in my PJs.
In other news, it appears I need an intervention.
Wait, what? Let me back up.
I’ve been inspired to clean up my yarn. I had four plastic tubs for it, but I outgrew those some time ago, and for a couple of years my yarn stash had been accumulating in cardboard boxes and paper bags in the basement. This arrangement has been less than ideal, in terms of being able to find what I’m looking for, or even remember what I had.
And it has probably cost me money, buying more of things I already owned but didn’t know I owned. Actually, I’d say this is almost definitely true.
It’s been a long time coming, this stash sorting of mine, but I was really in no hurry. Let’s face it, I am usually not in a hurry when it comes to decluttering, no matter how much I may appreciate the results later! I am just so lazy when it comes to these things.
Anyway, I was perfectly comfortable dragging my heels and digging through bags and boxes for whatever I needed, when I found them: mouse droppings in the bottom of one of the boxes.
From that moment on, I could very much see the appeal of having every last ball of yarn in a sealed plastic container. As soon as I could get my hands on some affordable plastic tubs, I did so, and began the task of sorting yarn. Honestly, I wish I knew why I procrastinate this type of thing so much. Sorting is fun!
And the things you learn about yourself in the process? Crazy. I mean, I’ve always thought that I had my yarn buying under control. I rarely buy yarn without a plan in mind. And yet… here we are. If all of this yarn truly once had a plan, then I think perhaps I have a serious problem with follow-through.
Well, whatever my stash-related issues may be, as of this morning in my PJs, disorganization is no longer one of them.
Oh, I just loooooove the regimented beauty of labeled bins with appropriate stuff inside!
Popular opinion in this house, though, is that I need an intervention: my yarn stash is taller than I am!
Muhahahahahahahahahahahaha!! I’m craaaaaaaaaaaazy!
But seriously. Keep me away from the yarn shop, k?