In the last couple of weeks I've moved into an apartment. It's not a dump, but it's not a palace, either. It's a simple, humble apartment in a safe neighborhood.
Anyone who has moved recently will understand the following: living in a new space is disorienting; putting stuff away in a place that makes sense today does not guarantee you can find it tomorrow; paint doesn't smell nearly as bad as it did 10 years ago; the thin veneer of clean and Elisabeth decor does not make the new place feel like home.
There is a profound amount of shopping involved with moving, and most of it is annoying. It isn't the delightful "let's redecorate the living room" type. It's the "dammit, the couch won't fit through the door" type. Or the "I ran out of painter's tape yesterday and forgot to get more today so I need to get some tomorrow" type.
In the meantime, I've assembled and shipped the Gift Knits Kits, and sent a very cool pair of mittens to TNNA with my friends at Mountain Colors. The Kits came back for a postage problem, but they're really on their way now. None of that stuff got misplaced in the shuffle, and I am grateful.
I carefully moved yarn and needles absolutely first so I could maintain my sanity by knitting at least a little each day. That worked out great until I finished the first project. It would be great if I could remember where I put those early yarn boxes. Now I have a pattern to finish, and I can't find the intended yarn. My stash is very large, and located in a variety of bins, boxes and bags that made sense in my old living circumstance. Now that they are out of context, I can see the flaws in the organizing system. (Okay, no system; there are flaws in the placing of a lot of yarn in unmarked bins and boxes and then moving them to a new abode.)
The good news is that while looking for the specific pattern yarn, I'm rediscovering fibers in my stash that haven't seen the light of day for a while. The bad news is, I really don't know where the specific yarn I need is hiding. I hope it's with the missing earrings, and wine glasses, and AV cables, and my iron. It would be a strange box to have all those things in it, but it's much more discouraging to think all that stuff is lurking separately. Coffee, chocolate, and red wine will all help. (And they all stain. Did I mention the new place has white carpets?) We'll start with coffee. This will all settle down. It's Friday. Okay. This isn't panic, it's energy! Gotta go find that yarn.