The post- stash meltdown rearranging has started, and it's not pretty. Fabric everywhere and deprecating feelings running a hundred miles per hour!
I have made a few bags, one definitely for Ambre, one for the world and a bunch of piles separated in potential projects ( Purl Bee project, Funky Monkey project etc...).
some of you sweet readers are fearless and want to help lighten my burden, I am not sure how to work this out but I will ponder on it once the grunt work has been accomplished.
I have found that taking even two minutes break helps see thing in a new light. I suddenly don't need something I had to keep absolutely an instant ago.
I have to clarify here that my stash has always been a kind of security blanket for me, but all the sudden I see it for what it is, loads of unused stuff and it burdens me.
In the end I want to just have a small chest of drawer filled and maybe make myself finish a project every month this year. That should hopefully make the guilt go away.
It must be done, in five weeks my Mom will sleep in the room and six month the baby is moving in.
Meanwhile I made this pretty pile of boyish fabrics, it's a relaxing thing to look at.
Outside the gloom and doom of winter continues. I went to the cemetery and took a pic to prove it: