Whenever I show the stash room someone always comments that they would love to see my stash. Here goes. First the roving. My beautiful babies. I have two shelves full.
I've got baskets filled with itty bitty yarn. Jamieson, Malabrigo, Elann, and lots of other lace weight in small balls.
I've got cones of kitchen cotton.
I've got a huge hat box filled with more. I forgot I had it.
I've got a shelf of weaving kits from my towel of the month club.
I've got two shelves dedicated to all the Knit Pick kits I have fallen for.
I've got lots of bins of Knit Picks and Elann yarns in worsted. I plan a project, buy the yarn and lose interest before I even start.
I've got a big bin of leftover sock yarn waiting for a project.
I've got tons of Palette.
There are several bins of a little of this and a little of that. I've got single skein syndrome. I see a skein, I buy one and then it becomes a pet instead of a project.
I've got kits I made myself of projects I plan on doing one day. Maybe. Maybe not.
I've got a needs-to-be-carded fiber stash on the drum carder stand and lots more in the closet.
I've finally got all that washed fleece under control. A lot of junk went out in the trash.
Here is my newly cleaned out stash closet. There's another shelf above this one filled with neatly organized boxes of sweater yarn in large quantities just in case I am snowed in for the rest of my life. I've got tubs and tubs of handspun. Those hangy things are filled with leftover bits from spinning projects. They get carded into projects when I'm in the mood to make something crazy.
Just as I was near a breakdown having to wrangle all this fibery goodness, The Mister comes in from the mailbox with a package. More yarn, of course. That's just sad but I saw someone's Felici socks and I just had to have a pair plus a little more. Sick. I know but it gets worse....today I'm off to a fiber fest. Oh, my.
Yesterday was painting day-again. Here is the contents of the stash room stuffed into the new wall unit and spread out all over the living room. This isn't everything. I'm not touching the closet. I just cleaned it out and reorganized it and it looks fine.
The now empty stash room is getting a fresh coat of paint and the addition of two more Ikea bookshelves. I sent The Mister on the errand today while I did the painting. Four rooms down and one to go. I can't wait. If I don't get things back in order around here soon I'm going to go crazy.
Yesterday I drove around all day doing stuff. Did you know that Wawa has the most delicious apple cider doughnuts ever? I've stood in line for them at Rhinebeck but these take the cake. Literally. A giant yummo.
I also am in love with Wawa's soda machine that lets you add flavors to your diet soda. I don't drink one often but when I do it's nice to add a little cherry to it.
Next, I am going to whine about the weather again. That's the car AC on full blast in September. The house AC is still blasting away too. I need the heat AND the humidity to go away. Not one or the other. BOTH.
Then I have a note to myself. BUY the darn Pumpkin Spice coffee when it comes out in August. If you wait while trying to make up your mind if you want it, this is all you will find and we don't have one of those machines. I am going to have to dump the cup every morning into the coffee maker.
In my travels I found a whole bunch of these little coloring kits for Daddio at Micheal's. He was very proud of his work last night. They are easier for him than regular coloring books.
While he colored, I got a few more inches on the new sock.
Thanks for all your well wishes for Old Doggie. She has spent the entire summer in a cone of shame because of her terrible allergies and that was probably the reason her ears were such a mess. To keep her from chewing herself raw, I stuffed her in a baby Onesie with the hands sewn shut. She loves it. It seems to calm her down. She licks at it for a few minutes and then rolls over and goes to sleep. She's so cute in it that it's all I can do to keep from picking her up and rocking her-but she would hate that. She's not the cuddly type.
Finally, look at that! I got my new phone activated all by myself and am on the way to figuring out how to use it. I'm not much of a phone person so my biggest dilemma is really how to carry this monster around without breaking it. I've ordered a case but I don't seem to have a place in any of my bags for it to safely live while I cart it around. Any advice?
Early yesterday morning a big white truck came down the driveway with 6 big boxes for me.
Then the UPS guy came down it with this little one.
The truck brought the replacement for this old TV stand and UPS brought my new phone.
The Mister and I spent the day up to our elbows in nuts and bolts.
We made the house an even bigger mess than it already is.
I helped. I like doing this. I hate screwdrivers.
By the time it got too dark to see what we were doing we had this much done on my new Ikea Hemnes wall unit. We would have gotten further but the Old Doggie has an ear infection so we had a vet visit that took hours and $300 out of our pockets. Ouf. Tomorrow we will tackle the bridge unit that goes across the top but that's a job for daylight. As for my new smartphone, it's charging. I'm going to try and set it up after things quiet down. I have to do it right this time.
A few days ago Mereknits wrote a fascinating post about a family heirloom that happened to be a doll. I was like a kid in class with their hand up yelling "me, too" in the comments. Unlike Mere's lovingly preserved Dinah, our poor Zelda has always been an afterthought.
She came to us from my mother's side of the family. Her story, I'm no longer sure of and I'm sad to say there's no one to tell it anymore.
One of these folks was her owner. That's my mom as a baby on her grandmother's lap. That's her mom on the other side of the bench with her dad in between. That's three generations of proud Allens there.
Zelda spent most of her life with us naked in the toy box or hidden away in a closet because she scared the daylights out of us as kids. She was as far away from Barbie was you can get. The markings on her back tell me she's one of the highly collectible Schoenhut dolls from 1911. I took it upon myself to paint her face back on when I was in my teens. I gave her nails, eyes and lips and thereby ruined any value she might have. Kids.
After we all grew up and moved out, Mom bought her a wig and dressed her up. I made the little taffeta dress for her. She spent many years sitting in a little rocker next to Mom's fake fireplace. Now she sits and guards Mom's ashes while she waits for Daddio to join her for their final trip to the Bay. Golly, that's a tough one. Going down memory lane isn't so much fun anymore.
Those epic double yarn socks are done. Thank goodness. Knitting with two stands at a small gauge is hard on the hands.
I was inspired by the Harry's Hundred project and wanted to do my share so I planned to make a bunch of these monsters and send them off to Wool Aid by the end of the year but that just didn't happen. I do have a couple of pairs of regular weight socks to send off to the Children of Pine Ridge Group.
New in the travel bag is this plain vanilla sock. These will probably also be donated. I drag this bag to the nursing home when I visit Daddio and I sit and knit while he does whatever it is he does these days. It's almost like old times.
Thanks to everyone who signed up for the fall giveaway over on Ravelry. I am happy to say it was a pretty big turnout. As soon as we are out of this blasted heat wave (really, enough is enough) I'll start mailing the boxes out while keeping a close eye on the weather in your neck of the woods. I don't want to send anyone a box of goo. The USPS wouldn't be too happy about it either.