Ha ha ha, I lied. Today's not looking too good for substance either. I'm tired and still fighting a cold, and working on scarves for the Red Scarf Project and debating about one last yarn purchase before the ball drops on 2007, because I'd kinda like to make something really major in linen just because I love the stuff. I did finish 3 washcloths and start a fourth because truly, one cannot have too many linen washcloths but I don't have enough Euroflax in the stash for, say, the linen skirt in Knit2Together. And I do like that skirt and I'd make it in a really office-useful brown or olive or navy. I say this knowing full well that a linen skirt will be in dire need of lining and I have no time to make a lining. But I have no time to knit the skirt either. And if I did manage to make the skirt the really good dry cleaner has a tailoring service and I'll bet she could whip up a lining for not much. So it's not totally stupid, but really, It's all about the Dream. And the Dream only takes a few skeins of linen. It'd fit in a shoebox! See me rationalize! And thusly a stash is born.
Girl mused about the yarn stash phenomenon the other evening, and said that if she knitted - and she doesn't - she'd be a mad stasher, because she understands the lure of the Potential of the Project. A potential skirt excites me right now, even as I plow through skeins of useless-to-me worsted wool for charity projects, to make actual useful things I will give away without a second glance.
Because if I'm moving in 2007 (The Potential of the Project! OOOOH!) I have to pare down the stash severely, because IF this happens and I do move I will be moving to an apartment or rented condo. I will move my Knitting Shit, because Girl is not a knitter and there is no sympathy for my stash here. She will rent the house, but she doesn't need or want to rent my crap with it. So the stash must shrink. Drastically.
And yet, wouldn't that linen kilt skirt be too cute for cocktails at the beach? Sandals, a tank, that skirt? Yes, it would be just right. Never mind that we're just talking about moving the office after we spin off the company and that hasn't happened yet, and I haven't got the real numbers to crunch yet, and we don't have a timeline. Dammit, I have the dream of a cute skirt!
And my New Year's Resolutions are shaping up much like that. As someone said in comments, if 50 is the new 30, I'm 28. It's so scary because it's true, I'm living like someone still unsettled, still making career-shaping decisions, still deciding where I'll live and wondering what I'll be doing, and if I'll meet anyone interesting there.
The linen cloths sound so wonderuful but the skirt dreaming tops them all. I hope that you get beyond the dreaming stages. So you are down sizing? I can really understand wanting to do that. I'd do anything to get out of this red blot in the blue state. I want to live where people talk to each other and don't wave that freaking flag in your face all the time. It's late and I've turned this into a rant. I'm sorry. Hope you get your dream skirt.
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