So, here are some stash photos. I’m using our old camera, and I hate it. Sorry for the bad photo quality–it’s the best I could get late at night with the old camera. I am petulant.
Here is my fabric closet. The colors are much more beautiful in real life:

So, huge handmade broom hanging off the door waiting to move to the kitchen when we replace the floor in there; quilting cottons and a bin full of blocks and cut pieces on the top shelf; wool and apparel cottons on the next shelf; silk and linen on the next shelf with my really good iron in between (I have an auxiliary iron behind it); and on the floor the actual "Crazy Lanea’s," a basket full of handmade historically accurate Celtic and Viking costuming I will sell to pals, covered up with felted sweaters I will turn into art and/or dedicate to the hat mafia, and some plastic drawers full of odds and ends. I cannot close the door to this closet–doing so makes me very very sad, as if my lovely fabric stash has left me for another. There are currently about 60 yards of fabric in the closet. That is far too little fabric to make what I need to make by August and to appease my worried mind.

Most of my wool yarn:

In handmade bags. The huge bag is the first thing I ever crocheted, is of very strange proportions, and I never bothered to work the ends in. I am not likely to crochet much in the future. The smaller bags are a hand-knotted hemp bags some fine woman in Thailand made for Ten Thousand Villages. They are superior. The bag I made holds yarn for felting, the larger hemp bag holds yarn that has been assigned to projects, the smaller hemp bag holds unclaimed yarn, and the rings above it are integral to making the slings that hold my friends’ lovely babies. These new rings can go in the dryer without making tons of noise. I am guessing that they are an improvement.

The rest of the wool:

Cotton yarn and inkle loom in one very dark picture:

The silk:

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