A Good Sort

My whole life is so out of control right now that I needed to get a grip on something yesterday so I unstuffed all of the many project bags that I had stashed all over the house. I have a very bad habit of not putting anything away when I finish with it. I just pick up another of my many empty bags and start something new leaving the old bag to fend for itself. 
 

I couldn't believe how many circular needles I found. I thought I had a lot before. Now I have more. Someday when I am in the great beyond someone is going to wonder why I had so many.  My best guess is that bad habit of not putting old projects away is the cause. It's easier just to order more needles than to go looking for them. Shameful.

Then there was all the leftover yarn I had to find a home for. I can't even fit all my Palette in the Palette drawers anymore. Ditto for Yarn of the Andes.  My stash closet runneth over. 

And........Happy Hanukkah to all my blog friends that celebrate. Sadly, In this mess I can't even imagine where I've put the little menorah that I brought home from school with me when I retired. A Jewish co-worker and I used to do a whole unit on Hanukkah back in the day and I got used to lighting it so it came home with me. I've used it every year since. Not this year. 

I fear the same is going to happen with Christmas. We are not even close to the finish line on the big remodel so it's probably a lost cause too. I don't have an inch of house to spare. I spend all day tripping over stuff as it is. I won't even have room for last year's tree-or the paper products to build it with. I hope I won't be regretting using up my pandemic stash. Omicron...I'm looking at you. Play nice now.