I decided today was the day to tackle the project.
It wasn't until I dug into the box that I discovered it was a tangled mess--not as bad as it could have been, but bad enough that I almost shelved the task for another day.
I think it was the college football game I had playing on the TV that helped me make the decision. The game was good (Michigan/Ohio State...) and I thought I could try and see how much decluttering I could do.
I jumped in. Most of the skeins and balls were not tangled. That helped. I dug into the box, separated those unattached from those attached, then sat down and went to work. Several times I seriously considered taking a pair of scissors to the mass of entwined yarn and calling it a day. Sure, several feet of yarn would be sacrificed, but if that's the cost of saving time, so be it.
Funny, that didn't happen. I decided to try and work it out. I took one ball of yarn and pulled to see if I came loose. Not all did, but a few separated themselves from the tangled mess. If I met resistance, I stopped and tried another. Soon, I had freed several balls of yarn leaving only the most tangled left.
One by one, I separated another ball from the others until only three remained...then two...then finally none of the yarn connected to another.
Freedom!
It reminded me about life. I know it's a simplistic way of looking at things, but it works, in a round-a-bout way. I thought about destroying something to make quick work of the problem. If I positively had to have everything separated in a few minutes, I would have done that. Since I had the time, I sat down and took things step-by-step. I cleared the easier things first, then when I got to the tough ones, I had a much easier go of it.
Currently all the yarn is jammed into the tote waiting for the day when the lid is lifted and crafts can begin. Maybe, when I need to lift the lid on my life's tote, things will be a slightly organized.
One can hope.
