At first, of course, it is a matter of pulling out the obvious trash — from an irreparable broken lounger to the ossified candies stuck inside old pocketbooks — and expending the necessary energy to get it all to the dump. When that is done, it is a huge relief.
After that, antennae tun to finding way stations — from resale shops to libraries, rummage sales, a theater prop department, craft guilds — for all the usable clutter. There is pure joy in the detective work to find folks willing to re-sort and recycle my clutter.
Up another level, it is supremely sweet when a friend or a neighbor needs something and we have it to give: furniture for an empty room, extra craft supplies for children’s therapy program, a cake pan for a friend who doesn’t have one…
But the very best joy is when I can pull from my wealth of saved yarn the perfect one to knit an answer to a friend’s request. It is especially sweet when that yarn proved inadequate for three previous projects….
I’m making a scarf for a sale to help a family dealing with a terminal illness.
I’m weaving my yarn into the hope of some gold.