Why do we refer
to our accumulation of yarn as a stash….something to be squirreled away and
kept somewhat secret, as though we are ashamed of accumulating more than we can
possibly knit up in any reasonable amount of time?
In a recent
email exchange with Christine, we discussed whether a large book collection
should be called a collection or a stash. I think the word collection gives
things a legitimacy that the word stash just doesn’t have. So people collect
books and art works and Star Wars memorabilia and it is considered a worthwhile
thing to do with space and discretionary funds. But our yarn stashes are seen
as wasteful and shameful. We are all pounding the aisles at Ikea trying to find
good storage solutions. We should be finding show-off solutions instead!
Gentlemen)….flash your stash! Show off your stuff! Frame your fiber! I’ve seen
blog posts about clever ways to hide your stash so significant others don’t
realize how much you have acquired. Liberate your yarn from those secret caches
and flaunt it! So what if it doesn’t ever get knit up into anything. You know
how good it feels to walk into a well-stocked yarn shop? You know that warm
comfy serene feeling we all get when we are surrounded by all that color and
texture? Why should we have to go to a yarn shop to get that feeling? Why can’t
we have it surround us in our own homes every day?
I call it yarn shop chic. Pottery Barn should get on board.
USING UP STASH
In the interests
of depleting my own healthy collection of yarn, I am getting close to
completion of my version of the Seville Jacket. I am using Riviera II, which I snagged in a sale a while
back at Woven Art. Even though it is a rayon/cotton blend, it appears to be
blocking out nicely to my desired measurements. I’m hoping it doesn’t just snap
back as soon as it’s dry, since it’s just a wee bit skimpier than I like.
(Gauge issues! Always gauge issues! Sarah, stop snickering!) Once it’s dry, I’ll
start picking up stitches for the sleeves. Should be a quick finish.
There are other projects on the needles, of course, but not yet at a stage that makes a photo shoot worthwhile. Right now, I think I’ll go wallow in my stash and feel warm and comfy and serene.