I have mixed feelings about the stash.
I love the stash.
I need the stash.
But the stash exerts a subtle pressure.
It longs to be more than yarn in a cedar chest.
Or home decor.
But these days I seem to be spinning faster than I knit.
So it tends to accumulate some.
And it’s sometimes hard to part with stash, because I either had some grand idea of how I might use it.
Or it’s not quite perfect or flashy or luxurious enough to be a “gift skein” or to sell.
So I’m not making resolutions about stash this year.
No need to put pressure on the relationship.
Healthy stash, happy Denisee.
Long life the stash!