I’ve shared with you, Dear Reader, the beginning steps of my crafting journey. Being a journey, there are many steps along the way. There are also supplies needed. While I do not limit myself to yarn. I have a passing acquaintance with yarn *snigger*
Speaking of yarn, do you see the header? That’s a slice of my original yarn wall. The above photo is a larger view of the wall. I don’t honestly remember where I stole the idea from, but when Thing 1 moved out, I got my craft room back. WooHoo!! I took large pieces of pegboard, had O spray paint them, and hung them on the wall. While the local big box hardware stores had the pegs in stock, the costs were pretty high for something I wasn’t going to see anyway. I was able to find them much more cost effectively online. Since I am a six year old at heart, I am all about the instant gratification. I did buy a package locally to get started and tide me over. But, since I’m disgustingly responsible, most of the pegs were computer generated. I opened up bins, and spent a weekend putting yarn on my wall. It’s adorable–Poopie tells people I have 10% of my yarn up on that wall. Sure, 10%, that’s a number.
However, my craft room was overrun by *dun dun duuuuuuuun* guitars. And pedals. Lots and lots of pedals.
While I may have been pulling yarn out of secret stashes, Poopie was pulling out guitars…dafuq? And my craft room was less *my* room, and back to not my room. But, Poopie loved how the yarn wall made the acoustics in that room work for playing and recording. So when Thing 2 moved out, and he moved all his crap out of *my*
crap craft room, he said I could have a yarn wall in there, as well. He even hung it himself. So now, I have two yarn walls!! I think Poopie may still be telling people it’s 10% of my yarn. I’m still letting him.
What my yarn wall has done has been to give new life to my yarn. Before, it was in tubs. I really didn’t know what I had. Plus, I’m basically lazy, and trying to find something, even if I know I have it, just sounds like a lot of work when all I want to do is craft!!! Now, the yarn is up on the wall, visible. So, it’s pretty before I’ve even turned into something. Even yarn I will never use, that I bought “on sale”, or was given to me is pretty. I also have less of a tendency to only know about 5 of my 6 balls of yarn, so I can better plan my projects. I have been doing a much better job of using what I already have, and choosing projects to match my yarn rather than the other way around. Which means I have been purchasing a lot less yarn. And yarn that no longer speaks to me gets to find new homes which will be better at loving it.
Granted, I still buy sock yarn every time it goes on sale, but that’s for another blog. “Staples” yarn (cotton, sock, and baby yarn) live in the music room since I don’t generally get to go in there to get inspiration. Other yarns live in my craft room, where I can make plans for it. (insert diabolical laughter here)
Notice what you don’t see up on these walls? My Red Heart. I haven’t taken my Red Heart out to breath. It’s still languishing away in obscurity.
Yes, you do see a motorcycle wheel to the left. My Red Heart is still in the garage. I used to have tubs of yarn I got from an estate sale on my back porch in addition to what lives in the garage (and other secret locations). The porch yarn moved to the craft room wall when I got the music room yarn wall. But not my poor Red Heart. The porch yarn was pretty obviously not where it should be, and the tubs were getting brittle because of the elements, so that took precedence.
I want to be clear, I’m not ashamed of my Red Heart. I just know that it is sturdy and can handle being in it’s vacuum sealed bag (see, I am protecting it). The other stuff, though, it needed to be unpacked. I needed to go through it and see what I could use, and what I no longer had a use for. I *know* my Red Heart.
All in all, I am very happy I’ve unpacked my yarn. Don’t tell Poopie, but there is still a lot left to unpack.
So, the lesson of the yarn wall is to unpack your shit. You don’t know what you’ve got if you don’t examine it. Find out what you’ve been overlooking. Find out what no longer works for you. And remember, just because it’s not for you, doesn’t mean that someone else can’t love it. Unpacking your shit can be painful and time consuming, but it is worth it. And don’t beat yourself up if you can only take it in small doses.