I rarely buy stuff with a project in mind. It’s often years before the idea percolates up, and then I have to dig down down down into the stash.
I have stuff in there that’s probably 30 years old.
Now that I have the luxury of time to work, I am using stuff that I remember buying because it was beautiful, because it was cheap, because it would always remind me of where and who I was when I found it. The stash is part of me, an extension of who I am now.
Now that I am making things to sell, my attachment to the stash is almost more intense. I have to be willing to let pieces go. This is easier when I am making gifts, the possibility of seeing the piece again is one reason for that ease, but selling to a stranger is totally letting go.
*Stash Accumulation Beyond Life Expectancy