Stuff. There is so much of it. After 23 years of not having a cable to our house, the new internet required it. I cleaned out the end of the room where the box would go. Moving Stuff to the other to deal with later. Turns out it had to go in the other end…MY end. Where my Stuff lives. One thing led to another, like dominoes, and I started going through some of the STUFF. It seems to grow and multiply with each basket I go through.
New goal: To knit through the baskets of early spinnings. The thick yarns that I'd forgotten about, or ignored.
In the evenings, when my hands want to move, but my brain doesn't, and the eyes are tired and unfocussed.
No patterns, just trying them on my head as I go.
When there is a pile, they will be donated. Where they can be useful, keeping people warm and snug, and unstuffing a corner of my life.
