The other day when we moved from a three-bedroom apartment, it was not directly to somewhere else. Instead, we moved the things we are keeping into a one-bedroom condominium. Fitting everything in is a bit like playing three dimensional Tetris.

You stack things one way, and you think you have done a great job, and then there is more stuff that you need to shoehorn in, and your brain begins recalculating everything like Google Maps when you miss your turn, and hopefully, like Google Maps, you figure out another way to do it that works.

So with the floor to ceiling “stuff” it is more than a little awkward to move around to try to get things done, so when I had the chance to combine running one of my errands with my youngest son running one of his, I jumped at the opportunity. While he went to his meeting, I got out my crochet and enjoyed and unseasonably pleasant spring day, and I even made some progress on the fifty-two remnants that I grabbed to rehab on my way out the door to complete this moving adventure.

One of the things I focused on was the first round of rehab for the thirteen Bauhaus Blocks that I crocheted many years ago:

Diving into the bag where I am keeping the remnants while on this moving adventure, I then pulled up two of the three lightly textured orange squares that were left over from a project I began sometime in 2005, and I used a combination of single crochet and extended single crochet stitches to turn them into six-inch squares suitable for Project Amigo:

Which then brought me to a couple of crochet circles that were in need of a transition round that would allow for easy squaring off:

And then, like an “as seen on TV” ad, I reached into my magic moving adventure bag only to find — “but wait, there’s more!”

And when I finished with that, there was still more:

One thing that this move has accomplished is that I am thinking a lot more about my relationship to my craft, and as I rehab these remnants and try to figure out what to do with the the many partial and full skeins of yarn in my possession, I am seeing that I might need to work harder to strike a balance so that the many things I make actually end up being used for something other than packing material because once this moving adventure is over, I hope to retire from moving.

In the meantime, I will contemplate the steps I can take to achieve a more purposeful balance, one stitch at a time.