First off I have been divesting myself of a substantial amount of my yarn stash. I read through a discussion thread over on Ravelry about why people stash and thought about my reasons for stashing. I am not attempting to justify stashing or not here - we're all grown ups and we're allowed to do whatever we like. Compared to many other habits, stashing is both cheaper and considerably less hazardous to one's health and social standing than many I can think of. As a friend recently said to me after a stressful day at the office, I just had to go home and pet some nice yarn and really can anyone say that's not OK?
I'd not really thought abut this before. About the time it takes to think materials and projects through. About how my needs and my ideas and my insights percolate and move on and morph. And how this is a good thing, an enriching thing, a really fundamental part of what I love about making.
Offering things for sale on Ravelry's destash forum has seen several kilos of yarn walk out my door and hundreds of dollars walk into my bank account. It's also seen me sort through and catalogue everything that I'm keeping and gotten me really excited about the projects I have lined up for when I can knit again. Bloody brilliant.
I did a similar thing with the fabric stash a while back (though it didn't involve selling - fabric is just too hard to sell) and it was similarly beneficial. In fact I've had a lovely piece of fabric for well over a year and just yesterday I suddenly got majorly inspired by what I want to do with it and started making some itty bittty prototypes to try and work out a pattern.
And then I realised the whole thing would be so much easier if I finally padded out that way too small dress form I inherited three years. So I set to with shoulder pads and pieces of wadding and sewed and glued until she is a reasonable approximation of a body double.