Where Did It All Come From?

What to do? What to do? There's precious little knitting content today. The Light Of My Life has gone all Thoreau-ean and is walking up and down doing the 21st century equivalent of the "Simplify, simplify!" speech. This, coinciding as it does with the arrival of the St. Vincent de Paul truck this weekend, has me tearing apart closets, mining cupboards, delving into the backs of drawers and the top shelves of the pantry, but not knitting (much).

Or blocking. Or assembling. Heavy sigh.

They'll not only take the clothes the kids have outgrown, they'll take "household goods." Finally, it's time to admit that just because it was an engagement gift is no reason to hold on to the yellow polyester table runner with the brown lace trim complete with matching napkins received from the dear but aesthetically-challenged college friend. Or the copper-plated trivet in the shape of a basket of fruit. It's okay to say good-bye to the lettuce keeper. We haven't eaten iceberg lettuce since the kids "discovered" romaine. That ceramic basket with the blue geese painted on the front (so last century, I'm all about chickens now)? Gonna be gone. Also the Tupperware celery keepers (note the plural) and spice boxes.

My bed has become the staging area. My back hall is now temporary storage.

This doesn't include the books and toys that need to go out. God help me. I live in a condo.Can you imagine what it would be like if I had a basement?

Blocked - 24.
Completed - 38.
On the needles - 39, 40 and 41.