remember when you were little and were served something atrocious? like canned mixed (cardboard flavored) vegetables? you spread them around and it looks like less. . . then when someone goes to feed the dog and gathers all the scraps, holy crimminy, little mikey didn’t eat his veggies. or the meatloaf. or the bread.

anyway. today i was looking for the good knitting scissors. you know, not the ones DH used to cut sheet metal, or the ones the kids use to cut open gogurt and freezer pops. not the lady bug scissors from pre-k that wouldn’t cut mustard. the good ones. that live in my knitting bag under the knitness protection program. that cut yarn in one whack. and they’re nowhere. or, more precisely, somewhere. . . else.

i rounded up the usual suspects. i didn’t realize til they were all in one spot that i had so many knitting bags. not one of them is a bona fide knitting bag, but they are all velcroless. so i decided to . . .

organize.

i gathered up everything knit-related.

i know some folks have more, by orders of magnitude. but i didn’t realize that i had so much. i fancied that i was being organized. only buying what i needed. didn’t have it hiding in corners and on shelves. i have about 20 balls of dk weight mercerized cotton for Christmas decorations.

about 30 little balls of dishcloth cotton for, well, you know, dishcloths. 3 cones of dishcloth cotton, 1 of which is becoming a baby blanket, like so. . .

ripples, i know, but i like it!

3 balls of lion brand woolease sportweight that can’t wait to be this orphan’s sibling.

oh, btw, did you notice? i found a better way to post pictures!! yay me!! i’m using the flock browser. now instead of murdering myself slowly with wordpress’s uploader, or upsetter, i just open the media stream and drag and drop. if anyone knows of a better way, i’m all eyes.