Bachelor Stash

I admire organized stasher. Even more I envy people with attractively organized stashes, or at least neatly concealed stashes.

DP and I have been together for over four years, and living together for more than three of those. And being two gay men, you'd think we would have attractive and tastefully decorated home, with objets d'art and coordinated paintings on the wall. Well, you'd be soooo wrong.

It's not that we lack the decorating gene. It's just that our current furnishings are Early Modern Garage Sale. This is not a joke. Several of our tables come from garage sales or FOSOR (found on side of road). Grandmother's quilts are cleverly masquerading as sofa covers. Dining room chairs don't match, and we only have four, so we have to seat dinner guests creatively. Well, you get the picture.

Which brings me to the craft space, which would make most of you cry. Most of our wire shelving was FOSOR. We store yarn in the zipper bags comforters and curtains come in, and sometimes in tied shut garbage bags and LYS bags. My yarn is near a window. And while Martha Stewart would whip up some chintz curtains to conceal the masses of semi-sorted-by-color yarns and protect them from the sunlight, I am not Martha Stewart. My yarn is protected by two clean towels deemed too ratty for personal use, and a couple of old t-shirts destined to become DP's quilt. Because these are sitting on aforementioned plastic bags, they have to be carefully draped and tucked in so as not to slip I am very good at this. It takes a special talent to turn old worn towels into yarn drapes. Yeah. For serious.