Leftovers.

Brand new, shiny, gleaming has been left by the way side.  Garage sales fill our newspaper, a weekly run to Goodwill penciled in the calendar.  Reduce, reuse, recycle our mantra out of necessity. 

Previous weekend ribs transform into last nights BBQ pork sandwiches.   Homemade sauce, homemade bread, grocery store avoided, money saved.  Plates greedily cleared.

I've been blessed with a stash of yarn that a great deal of, I did not have to buy.  From the day my needles took off in the Fall of 09, I've been on the receiving end of bag after bag of others RRR lifestyle.  That's not to say the UPS truck never stops here, just not as frequently as my obsession would otherwise require.  My last project was spurned on by my desire to use up, not order more.

Ridiculously cute. 
130 yds of leftovers. 
Not enough for a hat. 
Ridiculously cute. 
I wanted a small bag for small projects.  Something to tote around a hat in progress or that airy little shawl. 
Taking the 130 yds of leftovers and creating something I almost love more than the original intent. 
Making the most of what we have, not constantly pining for something better.  Trust me, purchases were made.  I did not whittle the handles and Elijah did an amazing job of picking out the lining.
Ridiculously cute.

A series of small projects comes to an end.  Casting on a lace vest that may very well erode the last bit of my sanity.  Again, using stashed yarn.  Beauty to emerge from a Ziploc hiding in a dark basement.
Value will be found in whatever the underbelly sends forth.