De-cluttering Yarn
I’ve unearthed an old yarn stash. Before the advent of the internet, yarn, in the UK at least, was known as wool even if it was made from neon nylon. I’ve been busy de-cluttering the attic again, a task I take on once a year or so, bask for a few weeks in a tidy room and then suddenly realise that the clutter has built up again and you need safety gear to venture up there. After the recent experience of going through my Father’s things after his death I decided to try and save my Daughter a job in the, hopefully distant, future. This urge to de-clutter is not because my dad had a lot of clutter, he was of a generation that “made do and mend” and only kept practical things, as his drawer full of electrical plugs will testify. The fact that all appliances now come with a moulded plug fitted didn’t matter. Should anyone need a plug, he could have provided one. No, the urge to de-clutter the attic was born of the realisation that one day my poor Daughter would have to go through my mountains of “stuff” and struggle with it because she is very sentimental. I know that if I pre-decease my partner it will be our Daughter who wants to go through my things as left to his own devices he would just hire several skips and a chute out of the window or leave it all for her to go through along with his own stuff when he died. Anyway, the point of this morbid entry is that I found a wool stash.



There are also two lots of "Tea Time Treats patterns" on the same page, knitted sandwiches, cakes, biscuits and finger food.









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