the subject came up, how do you keep your yarn safe where moths can’t destroy it?

lots of ideas were tosed around in the taunton s’n’b:  plastic bins, wishful thinking, cedar, special plastic bags from walmart.  all well and good, but my grandma keeps my yarn safe

from moths.

sort of.

see grandma had these big metal canisters in her carport.  when she no longer needed them, the canisters came to me.  they sit on the floor and stand about halfway up my thigh with lids on top the size of large pizza pans.  they arrived full of her things which have now found their niches about the house leaving them free for my yarn to lay claim to.

now my friend h has a beautifully elaborate system of sorting and storing her yarn in it’s own special closet.  my yarn is divided a bit more willy-nilly.  there are two large bins stacked on top of each another: one of wool and one of cotton.  nearby are the smaller bins i have picked up at thrift stores and yard sales.  these are mostly divided by weight: one for fingering, one for worsted, and one packed with a virtual rainbow of allhemp6.  there’s also a red one full of what i think i’ll use next and often on top of the lids are the leftover skeins that i’ve yet to take the time to put back inside.

i tell you all this to explain how the burly spun and the aquarella, an unlikely pair, have both wound up in the same pillow.  the 1st  is as orange as orange can be, very bright, and very very thick while the 2nd is all sorts of muted shades (red to orange to brown) and the weight varies inch by inch as it is thickly and thinly spun throughout.  i’m fairly sure i would never have thought to put them together, but as i pried the lid of the ‘wool’ bin open a few days back, i saw that they had rolled together and were sitting there at the edge a little tangled into each other.  and they looked good together.  it struck me right then that the smoothness of one complimented the unevenness of the other both in color and in weight.  who knew?

we’re told, ‘bad friends will destroy you’, so perhaps it is also true that good friends (even unexpected good friends) will build you up.  or at least make things a bit more comfy as you go along.  i am expecting this pillow to be very comfy.