It’s that time of year again.
Time for selfish knitting, setting goals and looking ahead. Looking, in particular, at Stitches West. I’ve been going to Stitches since before it needed ‘West’, since the days it was held in Oakland. You know all those ‘most wonderful time of year’ sentiments people attach to Christmas? That’s only because they haven’t been to Stitches.
There are many time honored Stitches traditions. The first is denying I’m even going to go. I got over that pretty quick. The next is casting on a new sweater, for the express purpose of debuting it at Stitches. Yup, Check that off the list! I think it’s gonna be a good one this year too!
And, perhaps, the most important tradition of all…Flashing the Stash. I know what yarn I have but seeing all, together, in one place really helps drive home the mantra: I’m not buying yarn this year. I’m not buying yarn this year. I’m not buying yarn this year. I’m REALLY not buying yarn this year!
I’m really not buying yarn this year??
Yes. and here’s why:
This is the stash, in January 2016. I skipped the 2017 Stash Flash. So we’ve gotta go back two years. As a reference, I put my blocking boards down. It’s a good size reference, this is 18 square feet of yarn. Everything blacked out is gone. That leaves a lot. And, it goes without saying that the Stash grew in both 2016 and 2017.
Here’s what the stash looked like yesterday:
Unsorted, just in a pile. There’s a 12″ ruler planted in the middle as reference. It’s nearly buried. The yellow bag in the back, that’s my Lopi. This year’s Stash Flash officially needed a phase 2.
After sorting, it looked like this:
It broke free from it’s 18 sq ft boundary and it’s still about 8 inches deep throughout. I took my job as a yarn collector pretty serious the past two years.
Phase 2, the Lopi phase:
The Lopi behaved well. I spread it single layer so I’ve got an exact accounting of it. With yoke sweaters being so on-trend in 2018 I think my next sweater may be a lopi-peacock-fade sort of thing.
Yes? Yes! That sounds awesome and clearly, requires no new yarn!
The rest of that giant pile holds even more awesomeness.
My YOTH. Those beautiful greens are destined for a shawl…one day.
My Quince. Clearly, I went through a teal phase. I really need to get these guys on the needles.
A stash of Road to China Light, the teal phase was still going strong. This yarn is a phenomenal blend of alpaca, silk, camel and cashmere. One day, I’m really going to love wearing it. Hopefully that’s soon.
I’ve got at least a sweaters quantity of Zooey from Juniper Moon Farms, acquired when cotton seemed like a good idea.
The section of yarns dyed by my Mom. Definitely getting some of these on the needles in short order.
An assortment of speckles and other fingering weight hand dyed yarns. So many happy hours of knitting in this shot!
Sparkly yarn, self striping yarn, barber pole hand spun yarn. At this point, it’s all good stuff. Nothing big box or acrylic about it.
I’ve got tweed, I’ve got solids, I’ve got blends, I’ve got chainette, I’ve even got one skein of chartreuse mohair. What more could I possibly even need??
As much as I love new yarn, I really love my old yarn. This collection has been carefully curated. The junk is gone. The colors are perfect.
AND, I’ve got a whole month to make a dent before Stitches. Ready, Set, GO!