Get riddance

I've been struck by another spell of get riddance. I get these every now and then. In a frenzy to be rid of clutter I rent a table at a second hand shop and put up the clothes I never wear, the kitchen gadgets I never use and anything else that's just lying around for sale. The process of cleaning out your closets and cupboards is mysteriously purifying. And the amount of stuff you find you can happily live without is astounding!

Anyway, this time I combined my uncluttering with a little bit of destashing. My stash is not very substantial to begin with, but I would much prefer for it to contain yarns that I can actually use rather than the odd balls, half balls and labelless leftover balls from the 80s and 90s. I'm not very good with leftovers. I have been knitting for a long time, but just like the get riddance my knitmania also comes in spells. My last spell if you disregard the current one, which has now lasted for a year, took place in about 1997. And the one before that? I'm not sure I remember that far back. But just looking into that stashbag of mixed yarns is like a walk down memory lane all the way to my very first knitting projects. Which is kind of cute, if you think about it. However, when dealing with clutter, all sentimentality must be cast aside. So off to the second hand shop goes bags of assorted cotton blends in rainbow colors, some lovely mint green acrylic and a ball of nasty Novita Palma. Let's hope some good samaritan will have mercy on them and give them the second chance they deserve.