I've been so successful in throwing things out recently and am so pleased with the way my bedroom closet looks, I decided that today I would tackle the study/craft room. I was so enthusiastic and so convinced that this was achievable, that I got up early, watched a couple of podcasts as I drank my morning coffee and made myself a nice breakfast. Red peppers, onions, tomato and some fresh oregano all sautéed together and served with a nice egg. Breakfast of champions and people who are trying to clear out the fridge. And the study.
I started a load of washing, grabbed some kitchen trash bags and headed upstairs.
So I probably should have known as I straightened up on the step ladder and hit my head hard against the top of the closet door frame, that this was doomed to failure.
I tried, really I did.
But the sight of old laptops and carefully preserved boxes from other expensive electronic ephemera leaves me paralysed with indecision. I cannot throw this out. I know, the way I know the sun comes up every morning, that I will need them as soon as they are heading down the road in the back of the garbage truck.
I've done what I can. I've got a small paper bag full of wires and lines and things I don't need. I've discarded a few old instruction manuals and bravely discarded the contents of an old university file of notes. I made some space for fabric on the top shelf. I've generated some recycling.
I thought maybe I could focus on yarn. Surely that just needed some tidying up? I tried to keep my motivation in place by listening to The Doomsday Book by Connie Willis. I'm enjoying it, but even it wasn't enough to hold back the hopelessness that washed over me as I stared at the yarn. And the fiber.
The truth is, given my storage capacity, I have too much fiber and too much yarn. I either need to get rid of it, or I need to invest in better storage. I have to decide which one is the better option for me, but a decision must be made. I have no problem with stash accumulation, but it needs a place to live.
And so, the study organisation has failed. It's going to require more than what I have in the house right now, not to mention planning. And speaking of disappointments...
My Spectra has dried and as I suspected here, it's lost it's pinkness. It's still in the family, but that bright cerise has gone.
Clearly pink, but not what it was.
Oh, well. Nothing is.