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Don't worry. I'll be there to help your daughters when the time comes.


Nope. I don't have UFOs.

Beth S.

With any luck, the girls will fight over it. "That Noro is MINE! You got the Lorna's Laces, it's only fair!"

But the point is well taken, believe me.


That Cheryl. She's too good to your girls :)


While my stash/UFO's isn't nearly as big as yours, I find that it grows slowly, but steadily ... sort of like a glacier ... so that it will probably surpass yours some day -- while I am still denying its existence! I wonder if my girls will understand.


Yegads, this is a sobering thought. We've already got this problem for poor Abigail with the husband's hoarding and the stupid stuff she hates like antique china and other crap. I think I need to start unloading, big-time. I can't leave that crap for her. Thanks for this post.


The aunt of a good friend of mine died last winter after a good long life. David called me a couple months ago and said, "Do you want some yarn?" Yres! Yes! Of course I want yarn! Plus I was helping him out, you know.

Eight boxes. Eight BIG boxes. Whoop!

Eight boxes of acrylic.


At least my stash is the good stuff.


I'd help sort.

Same thing with my aunt's stash, but on a smaller scale. It is a sign of a happy fiber life, well-lived. As long as the yarn goes for SOMETHING, it is not wasted. WIPs have as much value as dreams as they do as FOs. The goal isn't the only point.

My stash makes me happy. Our survivors will just have to live with that.


All fun and funny comments of stash envy aside, you are a VERY good friend to help her through this. And OH YEAH, my babies will have one hell of a mess on their hands.


Yup. My little told me once that he'd give my yarn to my friends if, you know, I was no longer around. Even at his tender age, he gets that the stash is something of meaning. As for the UFOs, I'm working on it.


My maternal grandmother died when I was 8. She had many fiber interests -- sewing, cross-stitch, crochet, knitting, rug-hooking. She was NOTORIOUS for starting projects and never quite finishing.

I came to possess a black satin, stamped cross stitch pillow top that grandma had all but finished -- all the hard stuff was done and only a corner of three-color border was left to do. Of course, the floss had long been separated from the project. I kept it for years, unfinished, and finally decided that I could only do my best to match the floss and finish it. It was -- and is -- one of the most moving and meaningful things I've ever stitched, even though my execution left much to be desired. All the little things I ever knew or heard about my grandma come rushing back with that pillow.

Before she got sick, she was getting into the rug hooking; she even painted her own design on a canvas and carefully chose the wool. No one wanted it after she died, but one of my aunts knew it was special and couldn't quite give it up. She kept it for years and years before finally giving it to charity... one year before I learned of its existence and asked about it.

I will not feel bad at all about leaving a stash of yarn or fabric or books for my girls. What I'd feel bad about leaving is a lifetime of check stubs, bank statements, payment receipts, tax returns, and a mountain of old electronics, power cords and chargers -- crap like that.

(Sorry -- Can you tell I didn't write a post for my own blog today?)


Is it really wrong that my first thought was, "Wonder if she got anything good?"


I live alone and my parents wouldn't have any idea who to call... Maybe I should write a note for my stash closet. "In case of emergency, please feed the cats and call one of the following people for the yarn and fiber stashes, one for the bead stash, one for the fabric stash..."


It really doesn't matter what happens to ANY of our 'stuff' once we're gone. It's what joy, creative energy and delight it brings to us now. Just think how odd it would be if your grrls didn't have the piles of yarn to look through after you're gone. They would wonder what happened to the fiber fanatic mother they knew!


Maybe I should add someone to my will for the yarn and books. I know my husband would just put it all by the curb on trash day.


While moving I cleaned out much of the stash. I figured, if it wasn't good enough to drag with me, what really was the use.

My kids tease. The daughter is going to take all the good stuff to use, and the son is going to try to nab the same stuff to sell, he figures it's his way to get rich quick :) There are a couple of earmarked skeins that I plan to take with me :)


No. Never gonna happen.


I'm still hoping to get my daughter and/or DsIL addicted to knitting so they will welcome my stash. If not...the local guild will know what to do. We should all live long enough to acquire unmanageable stash.


Given that my five-year-old is learning to knit, I'm hoping that my stash will lead to a huge cackle of discovery and pleasure.


I am fully expecting my knitting friends to be fighting over who gets what. LOL!


I've had my kids prepped for years that my collection of over 200 knitting books must not be sold at garage sales, nor given to a library for their annual book sale - they MUST go to a Knitter (with a capital "K") only as many are out of print. I'm sure they will shake their heads in despair when they begin to unearth the depth of my SABLE stash of yarn and fiber! LOL I guess I'll get the last word in yet.


well i don't have kids, so with any luck it'll be my nieces doing the sorting (or some stranger). but they wont' find UFO's. what they will find though is a shit load of yarn. oy!


My daughter will take all my stash,. Alexis is going to be a knitter some day. :)


My next of kin is my brother who would be astounded at my stash but as he's not a knitter he would be astounded and anyone having more than 2 skeins of yarn in one place. My niece has no interest either so I put in my will that a knitting friend will get all my yarn, needles and other accoutrements.


Teresa, I lie awake at night thinking about my passing and the horror that will befall my stash. My family has no amount of respect for this thing that I do all the time. They just don't understand it. They will most likely throw it out or hand it over the the crisis center donation station. I am really concerned about this. I don't care what happens to me, they can toast me and keep me in a jar or plant me in a field somewhere, but the yarn (oh, yeah, and the fabric), it deserves to be treated well by those who know it's value and what to do with it. I have proposed at one of my knitting meetups that we start a memorial society for knitters where members must rescue the yarn stash of fallen members before the families desicrate the sacred. Kind of a living bequest. I wonder if we should start a national one and set up local chapters, you know, wherever 2 or more gather in the name of wool, yada, yada, yada. Any chance you could get behind such a thoughtful organization? I definitely see a need, you know what with the aging of all us Boomers, and all.


Teresa - thank you for this. I will now go and finish a few projects, and try at least to make some sense of the stash. Then, I will speak to my sister, and perhaps my sister-in-law, so that they can help deal with it all, whenever the time comes.
all the best

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