I’ve got a half used spool of yarn tucked in the bottom of my sewing basket.
There’s so much to unpack in that sentence.
No, I don’t “sew” in the actual seamstress sense of the word but I have my grandmother’s sewing basket where my mom stored her threads, yarn, and knitting/crochet needles. Basically it’s where I keep the thread that’s mostly used to stitch up holes in well worn sleeping t-shirts and a beloved rag doll. It’s also where I find sewing needles as long as I haven’t forgotten to put them back where they belong.
I don’t knit either. I tried. Once. It wasn’t as relaxing as I’d been promised it would be. Or maybe it was me. I can’t get rid of the knitting needles, though, and the yarn’s also here to stay.
I have a little craft graveyard of sorts scattered throughout the house. There’s a needlepoint supply collection, scrapbooking supplies, photo albums, a very small crochet attempt, and that one-shot yarn from my misguided knitting. I’d like to think this is me growing into and out of different pursuits. Exploring different things is good, right? Or maybe it’s just me being flighty about sticking with things.
Either way, I think I’ll hold onto that leftover yard. You know, just in case.
Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturdays. This week’s prompt is “yarn.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!