Why yes, I went to bed 45 minutes too late. At least it was 15 minutes earlier than the night before. I did my complete morning routine again, this time including half an hour of manuscript time. I felt bad about the last chapter being all transition scenes until I realized that these are needed for something really important to happen next. Am rethinking my decision to have the characters travel all over.
When my husband and I looked at our day we realized that there were too many things planned, so we needed to hustle. I did have a bit of time for reading and crochet after breakfast but not much. Then dishes, And then it was time to tackle the bedroom again.
Oh my. I had to sort through all the mending piles and the yarn piles and the unfinished projects piles. I found the boy’s favorite t-shirt when he was still in kindergarten. I really wanted to mend it then. I threw a lot of mending away. I mean, those things had sat in a pile for more than a decade, clearly we were able to live without them.
I also threw away lots and lots of handknit socks with holes (I’m with the Yarn Harlot who darns socks by saying ‚darn‘ and throwing them away but then I found a bag full of handspun socks. I didn’t know I had spun so much sock yarn. And every pair (but one) had a little hole on top of my left big toe. I mean, handknit is one thing, handspun is another.
So I still own a bag of socks that need mending.
But before that it was time to eat lunch. My husband kept things easy again, there was fried fish with potatoes, carrots and peas:
After lunch I took a short break and then it was time for my husband’s friend to come over and help us with our investing strategy. If one can call it that. At least we made a start. We talked briefly afterwards and then I went back to the bedroom. That was also when I tackled all the mending and socks.
There was a box of unfinished projects. Phew. A too small green cardigan. The yarn was handspun and had glitter. I also found a lot more yarn, enough to unravel the ugly, badly fitting (and too small) cardigan and knit something better. But. I didn’t like the color. I also didn’t like the glitter. So I decided to get rid of it.
Lots of projects like the blanket I wanted to weave from leftover sock yarn. Nice project. I had woven two panels and was waiting to have enough leftovers for the third. When putting the two existing panels next to each other it was clear they wouldn’t work. So I guess I’ll have two pretty wide shawls eventually.
A (handspun) lightweight cardigan that only needs ends woven in and some buttons. This is ill-fated yarn, I spun it to knit a huge round lace shawl, ran out of yarn, bought new fiber that I blended myself, spun that – even though it looked pretty different – knitted on and finally decided that I didn’t like the shawl and would never wear it anyway, so I ripped it all back and made the yarn into that cardigan.
Or, some of you might remember the turtleneck I knitted from Wollmeise sock yarn. I ended up knitting that thing twice because my body changed pretty drastically at one point. When the second one was finished I had reached a point in my life where I wasn’t wearing turtlenecks anymore. At all. So I unraveled again and made a cardigan. That turned out way too small, never fit and just got stuffed in a bag. I found another ball of the yarn and am thinking of turning that cardigan back into – yarn.
And so it goes. A hat that I knitted when the boy was still in kindergarten. I got the spinning fiber from an online friend in the US, spun it on a spindle, knitted the hat, liked it, told myself I needed to block it and take a photo and stuffed it in a box.
And on and on.
This is how the bedroom looked after sorting:
What you can’t see is the box of weaving supplies, the rigid heddle loom and the one for tablet weaving, the box of sweater quantities of spinning fiber and a box of miscellaneous things like short zippers and little balls of yarn and whatnot, I couldn’t bring myself to look properly.
Oh, and the oodles of leftover acrylic from my crocheted blankets.
And this is with the sewing supplies and most of the spinning stuff being stored elsewhere.
Anyways, there is still a lot to do. But at least I managed to get the room back to a state where I could sleep there last night.
We had to stop without finishing because my husband and I both had to teach, then there was dinner with me trying to eat while the rest of the family went her and there, both frying potatoes in different parts of the house. There was an epic pile of dirty dishes that my husband and I washed together, then I texted with a friend, started writing this post, did Duolingo, my foot exercises and watched the second half of a C-drama episode.
Phew.
Today we’re off to Munich, no dusty yarn piles. Probably.
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