It’s been one of those unusually warm early spring weeks around here, so, for some strange reason, the idea of playing with wool sock yarn hasn’t sounded all that appealing lately. I love this time of year when everything comes back to life. The cherry trees are blooming and so pretty. Though the only cherry trees anybody ever thinks about in Washington are the ones by the Tidal Basin, they’re actually everywhere. Here are a couple right outside out building. They’re practically glowing in the sun.
The pool behind them was just uncovered the other day. What you can’t really see is that it is in dire need of a good cleaning. Which our apartment does as well. A few times a year, we actually get around to really straightening this place up and decluttering. I’m a vicious declutterer. If I don’t use it or wear it, it goes. Goodwill loves me. This might all have something do with not having lived in anything larger than 660 square feet in the last 8 years, but I really can’t stand clutter. I’m a very organized person and having everything piled up makes me crazy. We’re also in the process of buying a house (though we currently have the world’s least helpful realtor–a whole other story), so the realization that we’ll be packing all this stuff up makes me realize that some of it should go.
Enter the yarn. By most standards, my yarn accumulation would be quite small. But it no longer fits in its two boxes + this nifty thing I got at the container store to hold yarn while traveling for work for 5 months. (yarn stash in a hotel room–I think that takes me to a whole new level of craziness)
You’ll notice that it’s bursting at the seams and there’s yarn piled on top because it won’t fit inside. It’s time for an intervention. Or for me to make more things. I think I’ll go with option number two. Right now, though, I’m going to have to do something about my pile ‘o current projects in the living room.
It’s driving us both crazy.





