The end of my beloved yarn stash.. (and some considerations)

Last night a huge fire broke out in a storage complex in North London. Here a BBC article about it. The pictures show the level of devastation.

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Source: BBC

Most of my yarn collection, lovingly selected, was in there.

When I was first told the news, I couldn’t believe it was true. My partner said, there’s a fire in the area where we keep our things… “What?!”

Disheartening as it may be, for now I’m taking it with a philosophical approach.

Firstly, there were no casualties, no one perished.

Then, was it meaningful to have a collection well beyond a knitting-life expectancy? I don’t even have much time to knit!

And although I dearly love(d) my yarn, it’s (was) still a thing. In fact, it was a rucksack, somehow a burden: “Will I ever get to use it?”, “Where do I keep it?”, “How do I protect it?”.

Perhaps, I had spent too much of my life preoccupied with it – acquiring, caring, storing it and so on.

A lot of my belongings from various periods of my life were lost there too, but perhaps it was DESTINY?

Perhaps, it’s another of the eras in life that are destined to pass – all passes away and there’s nothing we can do about it.

Perhaps it will make it easier if one day I were to move elsewhere or change my life?

There have been signs of change in the last years, some days I feel it’s time for a bigger change, but I’m not sure about it yet.

Meanwhile, should I “travel light”? Should I detach myself?

Anyway, as there’s nothing I can do about it, life moves on!

PS some yarn kept at the flat has survived…

PS2 my collection before

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Innsbruck, life and a spinning wheel

I’ve been visiting Innsbruck (Tirol, Austria) after long – had a great time seeing all my old friends and chatting endlessly. It was also good for the soul, to reconnect with the past, where it had been dropped about 7 years ago. It feels like life has come to a full circle and now I can join different pieces of myself.

In the post I’ll show some pictures of the many I have taken in time. And a special scarf. And an old wheel…

First a few impressions from Innsbruck:

When I was there, tidying up I found a scarf I started about 7 years ago and left unfinished when I had to relocate to the UK in the space of a week. It was a strange moment to pick it up again. Luckily no moth damage in sight! I decided to simply continue the knitting, because it’s akin to integrating my past in my present and making a new future. I know the pattern is nothing special and the stockinette is curling at the borders… but it’s special to me.

a special scarf from the past, life comes to a full circle

a special scarf from the past, life comes to a full circle

A very good friend of mine there gave me an old spinning wheel. I’m not a spinner, but intend to try at some point – I already acquired a little British fleece and more will come soon: Wensleydale, Bowmont and Lincoln. I am hoping that among those reading there may be someone who is a keen spinner and could tell me more about this wheel (pretty please). It seems to me that pieces may be missing, but to be honest, right now I can’t make head or tail of it!

the old wheel

wheel detail

wheel detail

wheel detail

(in the next post there will be plenty more images from Innsbruck…)