The Pile of Denial
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As part of my job, I manage and maintain a large paint studio. Almost every scenic artist who walks through my paint shop remarks on how well organized it is. I take great pride in my workspace.
I keep a clean studio, but when I get home I just tend to sit on my butt and ignore my own messes. I'm a lazy slob at heart. A lazy slob who gets stressed out when things are in disarray. Poor Robb.
I've read some of the hugely successful online sites for home organization, but they tend not to be a good fit for me. Either they feature gigantic stark minimalist homes with virtually no contents, or they go on about expressing love for God and one's family by being a perfect housewife. Uh, yeah.
Recently, I've been noticing moths in our house. This is a huge, huge problem for knitters or spinners. Moths are the enemy. Ignoring them is not an option. I have come to believe that moths do not in fact prefer dirty or stained wool. They'll chow down on (and reproduce on) brand-new immaculate fiber. They also seem to prefer alpaca to wool, which surprised me.
Initially, Robb and I went the earthy-crunchy route and set out pheromone-scented moth traps. The moths scoffed, as they dined on my sweaters. In desperation, we bought mothballs and a fleet of tight-sealing plastic tubs. I did a fairly thorough job of stowing away my yarn and fiber.
Today, I tried to finish the task. I think I managed to protect all of my yarn and spinning fibers. I'm not quite sure what to do about my sweaters and our beautiful wool rugs. And I can't even think about my collection of vintage frocks.
I'll tell you one thing. When I told the members of my hand-spinning guild that I was dealing with moths, I felt like a I was telling a swingers' club all about my sexually transmitted diseases. It's something we all fear, and tell ourselves that only Dirty Other People get. Seriously, one person came up to me, and said in a hushed voice that she was glad that I had admitted to having moths, because that she had dealt with the same thing herself. Maybe we should start a support group.
As part of my job, I manage and maintain a large paint studio. Almost every scenic artist who walks through my paint shop remarks on how well organized it is. I take great pride in my workspace.
I keep a clean studio, but when I get home I just tend to sit on my butt and ignore my own messes. I'm a lazy slob at heart. A lazy slob who gets stressed out when things are in disarray. Poor Robb.
I've read some of the hugely successful online sites for home organization, but they tend not to be a good fit for me. Either they feature gigantic stark minimalist homes with virtually no contents, or they go on about expressing love for God and one's family by being a perfect housewife. Uh, yeah.
Recently, I've been noticing moths in our house. This is a huge, huge problem for knitters or spinners. Moths are the enemy. Ignoring them is not an option. I have come to believe that moths do not in fact prefer dirty or stained wool. They'll chow down on (and reproduce on) brand-new immaculate fiber. They also seem to prefer alpaca to wool, which surprised me.
Initially, Robb and I went the earthy-crunchy route and set out pheromone-scented moth traps. The moths scoffed, as they dined on my sweaters. In desperation, we bought mothballs and a fleet of tight-sealing plastic tubs. I did a fairly thorough job of stowing away my yarn and fiber.
Today, I tried to finish the task. I think I managed to protect all of my yarn and spinning fibers. I'm not quite sure what to do about my sweaters and our beautiful wool rugs. And I can't even think about my collection of vintage frocks.
I'll tell you one thing. When I told the members of my hand-spinning guild that I was dealing with moths, I felt like a I was telling a swingers' club all about my sexually transmitted diseases. It's something we all fear, and tell ourselves that only Dirty Other People get. Seriously, one person came up to me, and said in a hushed voice that she was glad that I had admitted to having moths, because that she had dealt with the same thing herself. Maybe we should start a support group.
Comments
Good luck dealing with the creepy suckers!
Annalisa
It's like that sentence was pulled right out of my head. We have the odd moth, but my yarns are all crap so if they ingest cheap acrylic or cheap cotton, it's at their own peril.
We have rats. Rats. All over. I'm trapping but I'm going to hire Rat Guys soon. I'm cleaning the basement so I won't be embarrassed to hire them.
It's not just you.
to tie black pepper in pieces of pantyhose to the closet hanger rail as kind of
a pepper sachet, it seems to have worked.