Yarny ladies, I am about to make a confession and I know that when I do some of you will scream and run from your computers, but I want you to know that what I did is not only okay, but I’d do it again.
Here’s the story;
Right around my last birthday, I wrote out this 40 Before Forty list. I chose things from all aspects of my life that I wanted to try and accomplish. Some of those things were easy (buy a porch swing!) and some of them were hard (reach my goal weight?). Some of them were things that would benefit me directly (Drink 64 oz of water every day) and some benefitted others (spend a whole day paying it forward).
On that list, number 7 to be exact, I wrote down that I wanted to knit through all of my yarn. It wasn’t too lofty a goal. I didn’t own a lot of yarn. It was something I could easily attain in a couple of years if I wanted to. But, something happened.
First I found that I don’t really want to knit or crochet at this point in my life. Yeah, that’s crazy, I know, but crafts move in seasons for me and apparently I’m in summer and knitting is in Winter and I don’t know if Winter is ever coming back. Second, over the course of the last few years the little girls have had at my yarn supply. They’ve tangled it, cut it and strewn it around the house. Some, I know I didn’t have enough to use for its intended project anymore. Some I didn’t like anymore. Some I didn’t know why I’d bought it.
And, so, ladies, I did the unthinkable. I saved a ball for a project that’s been promised and one that I spent a lot of money on and…
…hold on now, ladies. Take a breath….
…I threw the rest away!
Why didn’t I donate it? It was a mess. And even if I was giving it away for free, two balls of sock yarn that had been hopelessly tangled and chopped out by a five year old with pinking sheers was going to be no benefit to anyone and, second, I just wanted it to go away. I didn’t want to think about what to do with it or find someone who wanted it. It just needed to leave. I didn’t want to find strands of it laying about and I wanted to stop feeling guilty for not wanting anything to do with it.
So, I got rid of it.
I guess maybe it’s cheating a little bit. It doesn’t exist in my house anymore. I’ve effectively cleaned out my yarn basket, but I felt such a huge surge of peace when I made the decision that I knew it was the right one.