As those of you with experience with the whole pregnancy thing already know, the last trimester is often associated with “nesting”. Before I hit this stage, I scoffed at the idea of pigeonholing every pregnant woman like this, of assuming becoming a mother would make us more traditionally “domestic”.
And yet here I am. Shutup. Maybe this has something to do with hormones, or with feeling mentally prepared for the upcoming munchkin. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m not working for the first intentional period of time since I was 15, and would be climbing walls if I didn’t find SOMETHING to fill my days. So far that something has been;
1) Putting up shelves, organizing the diaper changing area, decorating, winterizing, and general home-improvement.
2) Baking. I don’t bake… and yet this household has been getting fat and happy on brownies, pumpkin muffins, almond-butterscotch cookies, and most recently banana bread muffins.
3) Knitting. I have knit more in the last two weeks than I am normally able to accomplish in a year. I am FINISHING projects. On time. It’s frankly amazing.
4) Cleaning. Dishes are getting done DAILY. Laundry is run, folded, and put away all in the same day – and before I am out of wearable clothing. This is a very new thing in my life.
4) This is the most awe-inspiring (at least in my little world)… today I ORGANIZED MY YARN STASH
No, really… this is organizing. Here, I’ll break it down.
Most of it is pretty self-explanatory… misc yarn that still has identification, leftover yarn from projects, socks, yarn for projects I am planning to make. And then there’s the OH GOD WHY yarns. These are mainly yarns I was forced to buy in an otherwise nice grab-bag from the thrift store, or gifts I was too shy to turn down. Mostly smelly unidentifiable-s or Red Heart – I’m talking the OLD Red Heart, not the almost-socially-acceptable new recycled stuff.
After the photo shoot, the yarns made it into boxes (and bags).
I am going to get rid of the bad yarns. I really am. Soon… I promise. Right on down to the thrift store they will go… *shifty eyes* I won’t ever use them, so I need to pass them on…
*cough* anyway.
I was debating making this my first post… embarrassed that I could call something this size a “stash”. If you saw the stashes of some of my knit night ladies, you would understand this hardly qualifies. But to be fair, a few years ago my entire “stash” fit in this box, and I thought it would be plenty.
This box is approx 12″X12″X7″ it’s almost cute….. ah how we learn.
Welcome to my blog, random netcrawlers,
– Knitting Sprite
PS. I may be the first person in the world to start a blog because my mom urged me to. For better writing and a lot more posts, check out my links. It’s called “Pollyanna Rainbow Sunshine and the Needles of Doom.”
Wow! Yay! BTW, if you decide to make your Twitter profile public, you can have your posts automatically be tweeted, and if you’ve enabled it on Facebook, you can have the tweet post to Facebook too. So all of your posts will generate their own publicity.
Love, Mom.
P.S. Love the title, and Marin will be pleased you like the name she came up with for you back at the Yarn Harlot booksiging!
Love it! Keep up the good blogging!
Very cool! Be prepared for umpteen links from our blog. And I added you to our blogroll of course.
Yay! Thanks!