And so the packing begins

I've lived in this house for 13 years.  I raised my daughters here, was happily married.  I created a lot of art--needlepoint, cross stitch, quilts, knitting and crochet.  I've learned lessons, partied with friends, hung out and was quiet, spent days playing with the kitties, thoroughly enjoyed lazing on my PJ days, and ate lots of good food.

I also acquired a LOT of yarn.  I think learning to knit and weave and not having access to a good local yarn store where I could touch, feel, and look at yarn and think about how it would work in whatever craft I was seeking, I bought anything and everything that looked like it might make up into something interesting.  As I was going through my large stash this weekend I realized all the promise and belief I had in myself.  The things I was going to make and sell if only I had the time or energy to sit down and make or sell them.

I'm extremely happy that I'm going to be working in a large warehouse full of yarn.  So many people say "you'll want to bring all that yarn home."  But I don't think so.  I think that seeing it, touching it, feeling it, and knowing that other people are going to make wonderful beautiful things out of it will be exciting.

It's sad leaving and putting all these things away and knowing that when I walk out of the house at the end of August I won't be coming back.  I won't be driving by or seeing how things are kept up.  I won't know what kind of life the new people bring into this home.  I won't know if they'll love this old lady like we have.

So, I have to keep reminding myself that the new adventure I'm setting about is one that I want.  One that will be for me and will satisfy my creativity and energy.  I'll be able to learn the yarn industry and figure out how and if I fit in and if so what talents I bring to the table.  It's good and it's exciting...

These are the boxes that are going to consignment.  Hopefully they'll be shipping on their way to the NE today.