November 3rd, 2011

E scores!

The Great Clean Up

To know where you are today, you should really go look at photos from yesterday. Yes, you. Really. Unless, of course, you're sensitive to photos of absolute horror. I should have posted those on Halloween, shouldn't I?

I come from a family of hoarders. We can blame it on The Great Depression, because that's how old my parents are. This doesn't really explain my mother's taste for garbage-picking in Cambridge in the 60's, but well, maybe we should gloss over that? Weatherdude even said he understood how my father ended up with his immense collection of bolts and screws (and also string). Weatherdude took apart a chair to haul it to the landfill and pocketed the screws, thinking "hey, I might need these someday." There's a tendency in some New England families to make do. Weatherdude and I both seem to be from one of those families. I feel guilty when I throw things out or buy new things. OTOH, I'm still using the same stoneware I bought and received as wedding presents over 30 years ago, so yay me.

My mother's boxes of yarn and wool scraps are irreplaceable today, or only replaceable at great expense. She has wool felts in many colors, some of it from clothes, some from paper mills. They don't squeeze the water out with wool felts anymore. And there aren't many paper mills left in New England. The yarns are in many colors, but in scratchy wool. Honestly, I can let go of my own things before I can let go of my mother's half-finished work and raw materials. And with Miss E coming up on her Intro to Weaving seminar, she wants me to keep grandmother's fiber raw materials.

So a new project will be to turn the guest closet into a storage space filled with all the raw materials for fiber art a kid could want. Then she and I will learn how to make our own wool felt and how to braid and hook rugs and maybe knit, too. I already knit, but fitfully. I have little patience for an extended pattern. As in, I can knit a scarf, but I never finished making a sweater for Weatherdude that was supposed to be his pre-wedding personal gift from the bride. (And yes, the half-finished sweater is probably still in the house somewhere.)

So all of the wools and the sewing machine went to the basement for now with the promise that I will tackle the guest closet soon.

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