This is my stash .. or about half of it.
There’s more fiber in a tote in a storage building and about half the yarn is still over at the ex’s. I have to stand on the couch to see even partway inside the top two drawers (yay for being short). I can’t fully open any of the drawers and I can’t access the bottom two (not pictured) at all without moving several things.
I was frantically pawing at it night before last because I was quickly running out of the alpaca I was knitting with and I knew there was just a tiny bit left over from a previous project. I found it. I also found a gorgeous blue sock yarn that I want to make socks with and then use the remainder to make little footies to wear with my heels for the wedding. Last night I couldn’t find it at all, despite knowing I shoved it back into the drawer that has a bit peeking out.
I did manage to find two left over balls that I had set aside to make fingerless mitts with (and then lost one of them). But I’m apparently short by 20 yards to make any of the designs I found on Ravelry. Yes, I could make my own pattern but my brain is mush these days and I really just want to sit down and follow somebody else’s trials and mistakes without having to think all that much. Even trying to find a pattern for a random bit of yarn is feeling altogether too much.
It’s dumb, I know, to complain about such trivial things. But I feel like I’m incredibly limited in what I can easily lay my hands on and lately everything feels like a chore. None of my crafting is leaving me fulfilled. I’m sure I’d feel better if I put laundry up or organized the pantry / bathroom / everything shelf we have but when I’m already feeling worn out and at the end of my rope that doesn’t appeal at all.
I’m still here, I’m just drowning under a mountain of have to’s, should do’s, and I don’t wanna’s.