So I ordered some yarn yesterday.
I KNOW. Say what?
But I wanted some of those felt shoe liners for stocking stuffers (I laughed when the woman I spoke to said people had been ordering them all day), and I threw in a snake scarf kit to knit for my nephew, and then I got thinking about this great sweater I tried on at the festival and wandered over to Beaverslide Drygoods for a gander at some appropriate worsted weight...and then I clicked over to Webs to get some Skye Tweed in the Rosey Glow colorway for a Sunrise Circle jacket......and I stopped.
This is sick. Really, really sick.
The Rosey Glow is gorgeous, so is the Marmalade and I'd really, really like it...but I just got back from Rhinebeck. I have three spinning wheels, 9 fleeces and a yarn and fiber store already in my house. And all the things I have I really love and want to use. I've got some gorgeous Wonderful Wool in a spicy oatmeal that would make a great Sunrise Circle.
This is the fiber blogger's lament. Too much. It's an interesting problem to have, this too much thing. It makes me kind of squirmy and not in the good way. I have too much, I use too much: I am too first world.
I've been trying to do more conscious living these last few month - replacing traditional light bulbs with compact fluorescents, cooking more at home, packing lunch part of the time, using reusable packaging when I do, wearing a sweater instead of turning up the heat, cleaning with non-toxic agents. It's overwhelming to try to change anything, can feel futile. But every little bit does chip away a tiny bit.
I'm not a charity knitter. I'd rather send an organization a check they can use for their own purposes than shawls or afghans or hats. Those things are wonderful, kind, generous gifts of time and warmth, just not my style. But these last few months I haven't been sending the check. The new roof had me feeling overwhelmed, I lent some money to a friend in a jam, I've been traveling a lot - I've been worrying about my own resources, feeling pinched.
But somehow I had enough money for a third wheel, bags of fiber, a hotel room, a gorgeous meal at the CIA. I shouldn't have. But I did. And I'll be OK after a tight month. But it makes me think a little.
I think it is time for a little yarn break. I know, I know, famous last words. But still..... every time I think about buying fiber - look at something on ebay, browse Webs and click something into the basket to consider, feel lust in my heart for some yarn - I'm going to make a note of the dollar amount instead of buying it.
And at the end of the month - Thanksgiving weekend here in the US, appropriately - I'm going to add up the might-have-beens, have a hard think and write a check to MSF for at least 10% of the total. I'd like to say 50% or 100% but I have no idea what the number might be. None. So at least 10%.
To begin: 16 balls of Rosey Glow at 3.99 each = 63.84