I Vow, Well Except For....

Many days, at some point in the day, I make a vow to put an end to desires (among other things). Of course this is more complicated that it might first seem because such an idea is really quite complex. It also is complicated because desire is what fuels the culture we live in - our economy is completely based on consumption, to take one example. So, to look at that vow even within its most obvious meaning is to fly in the face of what surrounds us everyday.

I am thinking about this because tomorrow Lucy and I are heading to Rhinebeck for the New York Sheep and Wool Festival - the annual lovefest for people with fibre-y persuasions. Normally, I hate shopping. Shopping for clothes is a trial I would eagerly live without. Even shopping for groceries is not something I would put in my Top 10, nay, 50 or 100 favourite activities. I prefer not to, as Bartleby would say.

But yarn and fibre....


I have been known.

This year, however, I have taken a good, hard look at my stash, not to mention what I know I have stored up in Newfoundland - cough, cough - two houses, two stashes - cough, cough. It's sad, really. I know my stash is tiny compared to some but it is looking mighty big to me these days. We won't talk about Dan's references to "mountains" or even "piles". He is quite accommodating, really.

So this year, my vow is to enjoy the day, the sheep, and the amazing sweaters everyone will be wearing. And especially to enjoy the opportunity to visit with several friends from afar who I rarely get to see other than at Rhinebeck. As for the dazzling array of wool and yarn and tools, equipment, and books....well, I won't say I won't buy anything but moderation will be key.

After all, I do need some needles for that sweater Lucy wants me to make her, and possibly the yarn too....