Please excuse my absence. Grant writing season has been extended this year like our endless winter into spring. And my personal life has been wrapped up in paperwork excitement, the good part of which includes a group purchase of a place in warmer climes. More on that when it's a done deal.
I cleaned out a closet tonight. Not a real closet, but it gave me that cleaner closet feeling going through my Ravelry "favorites." I am not good at following that guideline "if you haven't used it in two years...." Still, after my enthusiastic cull, I have enough in that Ravelry closet to last many lifetimes.
On to the real closets. We have a retirement plan of action that includes starting mine a year ahead of C in which time I will get the house in order for selling. A year is optimistic, so four years out, to make the job easier, we are sifting through the remnants of an active family of five. A family so consumed by work and school that it seems we forgot to plan a second life for outgrown clothes, read books and loved toys. We just stuffed them under beds, in closets...
Which leads me to the stash. C rearranged the knitting/computer room last night. He emerged with a look of understanding, one I don't associated with my knitting addiction.
"Ah," he said,"I now know why they call it a stash."
My nervous laughter, "Why is that?"
"Because it's stashed everywhere: under the bed, in the closet, every drawer, in hampers, rubbermaid containers, in baskets, some of it still it their shipping boxes."
He admitted he has no room to talk with his piles of wood, inside and out, awaiting their turn, so to speak, on the lathe.
I do know I'm not as bad as some in my knitting group. There's one whose stash has grown so large that she's rented a storage locker. You know who you are. But the prize goes to two other sweet souls, who have rented a "studio" in an industrial part of town, primarily for stash management.
I'd be interested to know, where do you keep yours? Any unusual strategies? The microwave? The doghouse?