Between One Word orders, designing new packaging and trying to knock out my year-end inventory stuff for taxes, it’s been a full week in the studio. But that doesn’t mean I forgot about stashbusting!
This might wind up getting knit as a hat for my Dad’s birthday. I haven’t decided. I probably should decide soon though, since his birthday is almost here. There’s great whack of sock knitting happening as well. Living somewhere that requires socks makes one remember that one prefers handknit socks over just about any other option.
All of the fiber has moved under the A-frame eves of our bedroom this week, which makes me glad I decided to pare it down a bit. We have decided to get rid of our storage unit in town, so everything is moving up to the cabin (or going to the dump, by way of Mom’s garage.)
I may have put my foot down about Captain Sexypants’s stash of scrap lumber, which I don’t think belongs in the bedroom.
Wool probably doesn’t belong in the bedroom either, but it’s prettier.
I have always had a fundamental objection to storage units, feeling like there’s really no point in spending money to store things you aren’t using. Just get rid of them! Are there other countries in the world where it’s considered normal to pay for space to store the things one paid for but doesn’t need? Or is that a strictly American invention? Whatever it is, I think we’re both finding this to be a little difficult. Lots of stuff in there that we weren’t ready to deal with or let go of just yet – stuff from our single lives like extra toasters and chef’s knives – and All The Books that we still haven’t got room for in the tiny cabin. We pay lip service to tiny house living and simplifying and all that – and now there is an opportunity to put our money where our mouth is. I’m glad to be rid of it all. Even if it means that we are must hotly debate the merits of wool vs. scrap lumber as bedroom décor.
It occurs to me that I might kill two birds with one stone if I beg the Cap to turn the lumber into bookshelves for all the extra books.
Perhaps he’ll accept payment in handspun socks.