In the 17 days since my uncle died Hub and I have spent most of that time . . .
57 years in one house is not good for anyone,
especially those left behind who have to sort through.
So, being a rainy day and with Hub at the house painting, I thought I'd tackle my yarn stash again. I have really cheap, nasty yarn I bought when I re-entered the wonderful world of knitting about 25 years ago. No Rowan here!
You know the stuff . . .
Off to the Sally Ann.
I will be keeping 2 projects in their home downstairs
(which really means I probably won't touch them, but can't pitch them yet)
When we bought this house 4 years ago I had a Stash Cupboard built upstairs. Clever girl.
The plan was to store current projects out of sight, but in an organized manner. Admirable idea.
Hmmm . . . Well . . . they're at least in project containers.
Tomorrow . . .