Lately, I’ve become enchanted

with the idea of reducing,

reusing.

Using what you’ve got.

Going through old things, and either giving them inspiration through a new home or a new use.

I decided it was time to retire some of my handknitwear, so I was happy to give gift it to people who want it more than I do. It served its purpose in my life—learning a new technique, or keeping me warm one fall. I’m excited to think about the new place it will have in someone else’s life, even if it does end up in a Goodwill one day. (Some of my most prized possessions were found at the thrift shop.)

I’ve also frogged some projects that I was never content with. It’s okay to try again. And I’m falling in love with my stash again. I don’t have a large stash, and by that I mean that I could leisurely knit through it in the next year or two. Not like some people. But it’s as big as I want it to be, and I need to use it. I don’t know if you experience this, but sometimes the yarn is so beautiful and precious, I can’t find a pattern good enough for it. I’m breaking myself of that, and I have a Ravelry queue full of projects for my yarn.

I’ve also decided to donate old DVDs (and, oh my gosh you guys, I still had VHS tapes. VHS. Some of you aren’t old enough to know what that is) and other media. It’s so easy to forget you have these things.

Simplicity is my new middle name.