Anxious Thoughts: Who inherits the stash when I'm gone?

My dad would always say that money and worldly possessions were not important because we would not be able to take them with us as we crossed to the “other side.” As a planner this idea was something that I couldn’t come to terms with because if I couldn’t take my stuff with me, I would want someone else to have it. But who? 

Surely there is someone else that would value my interchangeable needles or the mohair that I saved for that special pattern that never was, right? If I croaked before my husband, would he just get rid of it at an estate sale, or worse GIVE IT AWAY on Craigslist?!?! 

(Leave it up to my anxiety to come up with catastrophic scenarios that I have no mental space for).

 

Perhaps my dad was trying to instill the idea that I have to enjoy it while I have it. For 2023 I will do just that. 

I will share the shit out of my craft. So far I have had the privilege of sharing this craft with my mother and some cousins. As they become more accustomed to knitting I have shared a lot of my tools, skeins, hand-dyed yarn by yours truly and some patterns. Somehow sharing with someone that loves fiber is such a great feeling because they “get you.”

Eventually, when the times comes, I can only hope that here will be a future fiber enthusiast that will purchase my well loved chiaogoo needles or my collection of fun measuring tapes from Craigslist or goodwill (and hopefully they’ll brag in the equivalent of reddit or ravelry many years from today, hopefully). After all, I made good use of them and I hope that they can spark some joy in someone else’s journey as a fiber artist.