After that lengthy visit with the yarn stash yesterday, while knitting with some fibre that could not be resisted and which gave a lovely ‘suggestion’ of what it wanted to be (see tomorrow’s post) (and isn’t it special when yarn ‘speaks’ ) I got to thinking about that stash. About it being a joy. About – some of it- being a burden. And wondering what would happen if I took an honest look at all that yarn and found the courage to get rid of that which is – well, static, not joyful, not waiting and wanting to leap into my hands and commence an immediate project.
F’r’instance there is a large suitcase of pure wool that I know felts well. It has been there for years. Each time I wish to felt something I check this out. Each time there is not the colour I want or the amount isn’t suitable (usually there is too much of it for what I want and I don’t wish to half it – just in case I ever need the whole amount for something – admitting to this sounds silly but it makes sense at the time). I wonder what would happen if I emptied that suitcase and donated the contents to someplace where someone who would find it "joyful" for an immediate need could find it.