A lost year - how can a simple ball of yarn bring up so many feelings?

Almost a year ago I had to quickly pack up the contents of our spare room - turning it into what we laughably thought was a temporary home office.

I hastily grabbed a load of project bags and yarn and packed them away into a large tub, and that was the last I saw of them until this week, when I had to go looking for some important tax papers.

There were quite a few long forgotten WIPs and yarn that I'd clearly set aside when I was naively putting together a rough 'to knit' list for the year.

This yarn, for example was clearly going to be a Christmas knit as I'd put it in my special @kalokshekellen project bag but I couldn't even remember the yarn, never mind what I intended to knit with it. (I now know that it's @edencottageyarns Brimham High Twist in Festive Fun).

If ever there was an analogy for our present situation. So much has been put on hold. I started to list all the tings that we, and more particularly, my boys have missed out on. But I deleted them as it's unhelpful at this stage to dwell on it too much.

It just makes me sad.

Luckily there were considerable upsides to unearthing my forgotten stash - more needles than I ever remember for having - for a start.

And I also took the opportunity for an impromptu 'finish or frog it' session.

So it's not all doom and gloom. And now I get to decide to what to knit with this lovely yarn, as it's certainly not going to disappear back into my stash again.