stash management

A few months ago, a friend who worked at a library told me that they were selling some of their card catalogues.

I bought one.


In retrospect, that might have been a tad ... premature. It is large, and my apartment is small. But I'd wanted one forever, so we brought it home. And there it has sat, dominating my living room and doing nothing whatsoever, for the past few months.

We are planning on refinishing it and turning it into a cabinet for my printmaking supplies, including large rolls of paper. I have no idea how we're going to do that, exactly, but that's the plan. For now though, it sits there. Empty. Hulking.

Yesterday, I had a thought: I have this big cabinet with lots of little drawers. I have lots of yarn, especially sock yarn, that comes in individually small skeins that can fit into little drawers. One is empty, and one is taking up space. And so, voilà:


The new location for most of my yarn stash. There's the Dream in Colour Smoochy drawer, the Socks that Rock lightweight drawer, and my personal favourite, the bright blue Malabrigo drawer. Because everyone needs bright blue Malabrigo, no?


Sadly, I didn't have enough Handmaiden Casbah to give it its own drawer. (That's a beautiful purple Dyed in the Wool sitting behind it.) That will have to be fixed. (And no, that's not the entire stash. Ha. That's not even the entire sock yarn stash.)

I was very proud of myself for finding such an ingenious solution. Or rather, I was proud until I opened the middle section of the card catalog ...


... and discovered that my husband had already beaten me to it.