The dining room table is creaking from the weight of patterns. Six looseleaf notebooks consolidate pages of knitting instructions in page-protectors. Spread them out, sort them, stack them, insert them, file them.
Scarves and shawls. Baby and home knits. Sweaters/tops. Gloves/mittens/hats. Socks. There is even a notebook for "socks I will probably never knit but which looked good at the time I printed the pattern out from the Web". That notebook will probably have a short existence. (I can hear the Knitigator telling me to dump that NOW.)
The evolution of my knitting tastes is evident from this exercise in organization. I've been saving my special yarns, waiting for the right pattern for cashmere, or quviut, or Foxfire yarn. Precious knitting and spinning time is burned going through stitch dictionaries, Ravelry queues and pattern searches, while holding the Jade Sapphire cashmere in mind (color, gauge, fuzzy factors).
It is a stymied approach. It is also a short-sighted approach. Mr. Etherknitter will be left figuring out what to do with my best fibers after he eulogizes me some day in the (hopefully) far future.
I stumbled upon Paula's Corrugator pattern in the piles. Lights flashed, bells rang. Foxfire Farm, cormo/silk/alpaca in Northwoods colorway has been sitting in limbo for several months. I swatched several stitch patterns, and immediately frogged them as unsuitable. I didn't want to put the yarn back in the stash, but I also didn't want to cast its purls before swine. (Marcia may forgive me for this blatant knitting plagiarism.)
The colors are perfect in this pattern. It will make good mindless airplane knitting, car knitting, knitting when fatigued beyond reason. Serendipity marks a new plan for stashbusting: sorting through patterns until I find something that asks nicely to be knitted, and THEN figure out which yarn will please such a polite pattern.
I have become a convert to cloud computing. Hating Micros0ft is fashionable. But handcuffing the user to programs on a specific desktop has been obsolete for some duration. Virtual leashes were clipped with gmail, then with Google documents. I know I'm not an early adopter, but I haven't been left behind, either. (My Gourmet magazines sit around for weeks to months before I read them, but my Wired magazines are read immediately. I probably should have saved that fact for a '10 Random Things You Don't Know About Me' post.) All my stash lists are accessible from any computer in any location.
Next up: more stashbusting, and a scarf for Mr. Etherknitter in the FO pile.