Stashitude

This week we are having a guest come to visit, which meant that I needed to dig the guest bed out from under my stash.

What? Are you saying that your guest bedroom doesn't look like this?


Yeesh.
Obviously it was high time for some organization. Dye supplies all went in the kettle, spinning tools all were gathered together, and knitting notions were bagged up and organized. All that was left, then, was the little matter of the actual fiber.



If you go back in time to about when I started this blog - roughly a year ago - you'll see that I claimed not to be a stasher. Ahem. Let's just say things have changed.

All things considered, my stash is still a very reasonable size. It fits on a coffee table! So despite the husband's comments about yarn being everywhere, it really isn't all that bad.



I separated the yarn into categories and now it is nicely binned up. I had probably a little too much fun in this process, but it feels great to know what every inch of my stash looks like. And here, I present it to you.


Glory of glories, the sock yarn.


My worker-bee yarn, Dale of Norway. Falk in the top row, Baby Ull for the rest.


My handspun. And home-dyed, for the three on the left.


Stash bits destined for whole projects.


Odd balls and leftovers.

See? Not so bad, right?

Oh, right. I forgot this:

My spinning fiber stash.

Tidying up my yarn and supplies felt like a great way to usher in fall - I welcome days of falling leaves and wooly warmth. Yay, sheep!