I was looking through my photos, looking for something (I can’t even remember what it was exactly), and I came across these pictures. I can’t believe it’s been a year, while on the other hand it feels like it’s been this way forever.
Exactly one year ago we opened the shop for business. We weren’t nearly ready/ done, but we were openen for business and there was no way back hahaha.
It’s so much fun to see these pictures. All filled up to perfection. I now completely understand why people were scared to touch things in the beginning. It was all too perfect (which is only natural of course, because we were fully stocked and the shop felt like a museum rather than a yarn shop haha.
It’s funny how you get used to things being the way they are. Looking back at these pictures brings an odd sense of nostalgia. I’ve never lived as much as I have in these past two years (three summers), but I can’t describe it in a rational and non-sentimental way. It’s been an incredible rollercoaster ride, and I’m loving every minute of it 🙂
It’s also fun to see how quickly you forget what the shop used to look like before we filled it with all that yarn.
So much space. . .
The days when I took Ma’iq to the shop everyday, when he couldn’t really walk yet and wasn’t trying to break out all the time 😀
I’m going to end this post with a bit of sadness though, I wasn’t going to blog about it but I need to write about it because I’m sad. Since starting my new bullet journal I’ve become very motivated to reorganise everything, throw stuff out, and be a better
housewife home manager in general. I’ve been decluttering, organising, and giving things a proper place all week. I’ve made a list and written down a to do list per space. I know what needs to be done and I can pick from the list whenever I’m done with the previous task.
So while clearing out the mess I noticed something I hadn’t noticed before (because it was cluttered and I had disappeared from view…. no judgies). Anyway, It was a box of handknit baby clothes I had grabbed from the ‘these are too small for my kid, I’ll keep them for my next baby’ box when I was pregnant, and I had put them in the yarn laundry bin to be washed. I’m not even sure when I did this and what else I’d been working on/ focussing on, because these pretty handknits never made it to the washer, never got packed up and fell prey to the evillest of evil creatures.. MOTHS…
Honestly.. I was so incredibly sad I could kick myself. There was nothing to be salvaged anymore. There were holes the size of my FIST in my pretty baby knits, and there were live moths feasting on the yarn as I watched (ok I might be exaggerating a bit here..). The only course of action (to other yarns etc) was to grab a plastic bag and throw it out immediately. And so I did. I don’t have any pictures of what it looked like, but I believe you can imagine the horror scenario without too much difficulty.
I spent some time searching for these photos, and so this post will be the tribute to my lovely handknitted baby garments. Most of which were knit by my mom. Rest in peace my dearies <3
remember this cutie? The first one was a version I knit while I was pregnant with Ma’iq, but it accidentally ended up in the washing machine and, well.. it didn’t survive. Now this one was eaten by moths 🙁
At least I have pictures <3
Another of the (4 pairs of socks) lost was this one. I honestly don’t remember which other pairs were lost, I just saw different colors and didn’t take the time to look.
This one I’m particularly bummed about because it’s a handspun yarn, the fiber is from Passe-Partout.
Other projects that were lost were not photographed and are lost 🙁 I’m going to be very careful in the future, and hope I’ll never have to lose cute baby outfits to moths ever again 🙁 Stay safe knitted garments 🙁