I was brave today and tackled the refrigerator. A frustrating, hit-my- limit-ready-to-explode week at work had ended. So what better thing to do on Saturday morning? The fridge hadn’t been cleaned in months …yes months (I am not proud to admit this).
And oh my…. it was a true adventure: 4 containers of sour cream with small amounts of green goo, a small pitcher with what must have been some sort of sauce that boasted its own ecosystem…. I don’t need to go into great detail.
The upside was a lunch consisting of wonderful finds: 1 canned peach, a small sliver of almond paste, a small glass of homemade grape juice. I think cleaning the fridge was my way of taking control over a small part of my life after feeling so out of kilter all week.
Another get-my-life-back-in-order task was organizing my yarn stash. I had skeins of yarn hither and thither throughout the house in various drawers and closets. My first year of knitting I was monogamous – 1 project and 1 yarn.
This soon deteriorated – kind of like my fridge. I didn’t know what I had where and how much. As I was walking through the grocery store one day, a wine bottle rack caught my attention and an idea struck me – this is exactly what I needed for organizing my yarn – only bigger.
I am blessed to be married to a handy man, woodworker, artist, photographer, birder, luthier, computer guy. Upon returning home from shopping I chattered and chattered about this great idea. Well, you know what he did? Yup…. he made my dream come true. All my yarn is now in one spot right by my chair where I knit at night, beckoning to me and whispering dreams of projects ahead.