I've had it. Had it.
There isn't much on the needles right now and I really wanted to put something sort of mindless on the old sticks. I thought maybe a nice simple brioche rib hat would do. I researched the stitch pattern instructions, checked the stitch count, cast on, and promptly demonstrated that today was not a good day for knitting. Not at all.
Three attempts later, I stuffed all of the incriminating evidence into the project bag and opted to accomplish a much simpler task: culling the toy population.
Every year 'round about Thanksgiving or so, we wade through all of the Neatnik's toys to determine which ones are still keepers and which are donation material. When she was much younger it was really easy: child is two years old, toy in question is for a 6-12 month old, she hasn't so much as looked at it in 9 months - donate. Now, it isn't quite so simple.
These days, we have little talks about what is keeper material and what really must go. Sometimes, Number Guy and I are all ready to toss a toy which she's neglected since last Christmas but just seeing it seems to bring back all sorts of fond memories for her and Neatnik just has to retain it. Occasionally, the ensuing discussion grows lengthy.
Tonight's culling experience was not the worst of such sessions. We successfully reduced the clutter in the living room and have a stack of items on the dining room table ready to be donated to the local thrift shop. Just because Neatnik no longer loves the toy doesn't mean that it doesn't deserve to be loved by someone else.
I am rather proud of my Neatnik: she understands that there are people who are less fortunate than we are and that giving away the toys we no longer use (but which are still in good condition) helps those mommies and daddies afford to give their children nice toys.
Of course, we still have to perform the culling ritual on the toys up in her room, but for now, the living room floor is decluttered and it is past Neatnik's bedtime and Number Guy and I could use a rest as well.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
I've had it. Had it.