Category — Destash

And a partridge in a pear tree….  Ok, it’s just a pear.  Love it!

Another crochet pattern from Tasty Crochet

I finished a small “salad bowl” from Tasty Crochet, but I have to say, I am not wowed by it. Despite using heavier than called for Spud and Chloe sweater yarn, the bowl is a bit loppy. I think there are probaby better double stranded bowl patterns out on Ravelry. I am nixing any more bowls in favour of fruit and veg.

The pizza slice is 85% complete and just needs some toppings. However, I’ve run into a stash wall with the knitted banana. The yellow and white parts of the peel do not match up since I used different brands of yarn. Ugh. I hate feeling defeated, but I have no suitable alternatives in my stash to reknit the banana. I see an emergency yarn store errand in my future.

This weekend I crossed off one item from my non-food-child-garden related to-do list: taking photographs of my yarn stash and getting them up into Ravelry.  This is a sure way to induce extreme yarn guilt and put the kybosh on any future fibre purchases.  If only the collection of unphotographed yarns could fit into the little suitcase seen above.  Ah.  No.  The stash had grown into not one, but two Lululemon bags and the better part of a small drawer under my bookcase in addition to the “display worthy yarns” on the bookcase.  How did I let this happen?

And not only did I feel totally ashamed of how big my collection of yarn had become but then I was hit with the stress of HOW AM I GOING TO POSSIBLY KNIT ALL OF THIS YARN?  It has taken me a good two weeks to finish one sock, one ball of wool.  ONE.  And according to my Ravelry stash page, I have 184 balls in my stash.  That’s at least 7 years worth of knitting at the one ball/fortnight rate.  Crap.

I’m going to have to flip into crochet mode to eat up more yarn and pick up the pace.  Or knit everything doublestranded.  I’m thinking there’s going to be a lot of doublestranded felted bowls in my future knitting queue.

And the husband is a complete yarn enabler.  “Don’t feel bad, the yarn doesn’t go bad,” he says.  Oh husband.  That kind of talk sends me straigt to the yarn shop.