The Purpose of Stash Enhancement
A few years ago, I was on an internet newsgroup devoted to Embroidery, and on the newsgroup there was a pretty constant discussion of Stash.
People would talk about the embroidery projects and supplies they owned, or were buying, or wanted to buy, and how much space this Stash took up in the house, and where it was they hid these said projects from their partners (inevitably such revelations would devolve into discussions about Relationships, and Honesty, and Sharing, and whether or not it was OK to lie to your partner about how much money you had spent on Stash and where in the house it was, and what this meant about your Relationship, and your Mental Health, blah blah blah), and whether or not the latest Major Craft Emporium was having a sale worth going to so as to have a Stash Enhancement eXperience, and how shocking it was that when the Stash Enhancement eXperience was referred to by the letters I've capitalized in the preceding phrase, the denizens of the Internet seemed to believe that the entire newsgroup was interested in receiving a Lot of Porn. *
And one day, one of the inhabitants of the newsgroup wrote that she was finally reconciled to her Stash, even though it took up space and had cost some money, cause she had finally figured out what it was for: her husband had just lost his job, and the family was undergoing severe belt-tightening, and she had found that even though she could not spend ANY more money on Stash Enhancement for a while -- and it looked like given the situation the financial hardships were going to last for a year or more -- she was OK, cause she had enough stash to see her through. I was quite taken by that entry, cause for one thing it was the most intelligent thing anybody had written about Stash, ever, and contained no Idiocy, but also cause I figured that I might someday need the information. So I Stashed the information, in the giant Trivia Stash Bin that is my brain.
Luckily, I stored it where I can find it, as if indeed the Aventure becomes a House and not just a Scary Pain in the Butt, we'll be on short rations around here. But I too, can make it through several years of renounced Stash Enhancement eXperience, on account of a whole lot of Stash -- in both embroidery and knitting -- that ought to last me quite a while. As we see by the blog motto: I own way too many books, and way, WAY too much yarn. These things are going to come in handy, I hope.
The update on the Aventure -- and we are grateful to all of you well-wishers; we're NUTS around here, and the comments and emails have actually helped a lot; Sam reads them faithfully -- is that we are indeed just fine for the mortgage loan thingy, BUT if the buying of the house is contingent on our selling this house (and it is, essentially, our down payment), then if somebody else came along with the down payment to hand, the seller could sell the Bear's House to them instead.
So now we're all distraught, cause we have no moderation around here, let me tell you, and we're planning on seeing what can be done to lessen our worry.
Dad said, well isn't this like trading in your car? Can't you just trade up?
Indeed. That's our idea. Surely there's a method for this. Sam's project today is to discover it.
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*As far as I could tell, nobody but me considered the constant equation of the buying of embroidery supplies to SEX to be, rather than amusing, creepy as hell. So I kept my mouth shut. But I want to say (here in my own little blog). Buying embroidery supplies (or yarn either, all you knitters who also use the term) is not anything like SEX. SEX is different. Really different. Especially if it's in capital letters.
People would talk about the embroidery projects and supplies they owned, or were buying, or wanted to buy, and how much space this Stash took up in the house, and where it was they hid these said projects from their partners (inevitably such revelations would devolve into discussions about Relationships, and Honesty, and Sharing, and whether or not it was OK to lie to your partner about how much money you had spent on Stash and where in the house it was, and what this meant about your Relationship, and your Mental Health, blah blah blah), and whether or not the latest Major Craft Emporium was having a sale worth going to so as to have a Stash Enhancement eXperience, and how shocking it was that when the Stash Enhancement eXperience was referred to by the letters I've capitalized in the preceding phrase, the denizens of the Internet seemed to believe that the entire newsgroup was interested in receiving a Lot of Porn. *
And one day, one of the inhabitants of the newsgroup wrote that she was finally reconciled to her Stash, even though it took up space and had cost some money, cause she had finally figured out what it was for: her husband had just lost his job, and the family was undergoing severe belt-tightening, and she had found that even though she could not spend ANY more money on Stash Enhancement for a while -- and it looked like given the situation the financial hardships were going to last for a year or more -- she was OK, cause she had enough stash to see her through. I was quite taken by that entry, cause for one thing it was the most intelligent thing anybody had written about Stash, ever, and contained no Idiocy, but also cause I figured that I might someday need the information. So I Stashed the information, in the giant Trivia Stash Bin that is my brain.
Luckily, I stored it where I can find it, as if indeed the Aventure becomes a House and not just a Scary Pain in the Butt, we'll be on short rations around here. But I too, can make it through several years of renounced Stash Enhancement eXperience, on account of a whole lot of Stash -- in both embroidery and knitting -- that ought to last me quite a while. As we see by the blog motto: I own way too many books, and way, WAY too much yarn. These things are going to come in handy, I hope.
The update on the Aventure -- and we are grateful to all of you well-wishers; we're NUTS around here, and the comments and emails have actually helped a lot; Sam reads them faithfully -- is that we are indeed just fine for the mortgage loan thingy, BUT if the buying of the house is contingent on our selling this house (and it is, essentially, our down payment), then if somebody else came along with the down payment to hand, the seller could sell the Bear's House to them instead.
So now we're all distraught, cause we have no moderation around here, let me tell you, and we're planning on seeing what can be done to lessen our worry.
Dad said, well isn't this like trading in your car? Can't you just trade up?
Indeed. That's our idea. Surely there's a method for this. Sam's project today is to discover it.
**************************
*As far as I could tell, nobody but me considered the constant equation of the buying of embroidery supplies to SEX to be, rather than amusing, creepy as hell. So I kept my mouth shut. But I want to say (here in my own little blog). Buying embroidery supplies (or yarn either, all you knitters who also use the term) is not anything like SEX. SEX is different. Really different. Especially if it's in capital letters.
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