This last weekend DD and I went to a "Flock and Fiber Festival". We learned much from demonstrations and conversations, petted many adorable llamas and alpacas, bought some lovely yarn, and generally had a great time.
But, tonight it occurred to me that I got the materials for a knitted hat had that cost nearly $40, and $18 worth of alpaca wool for a pair of socks. A pair of SOCKS! The rest of the year, I buy socks at the dollar store, and hats, if I ever actually buy them, come from Goodwill. Years of careful, frugal living were erased in a few hours, not to mention how many other pairs of $18 socks I already had waiting for me to knit in my yarn stash basket. How many times have I acted superior when others spend buckets of money on the latest fashions? Why didn't anyone warn me how much I would be willing to spend on a couple ounces of silk/bamboo blend? Or recycled blue jeans made into yarn? Is my life in any way enriched by knowing the names of the individual alpacas who provided the wool for these embarrassingly expensive socks? Is the world a better place for this time I spend creating fuzzy garments? How many pairs of handmade socks does a person need anyway? When I quilted obsessively, I could call it art. But these will only be displayed inside my shoes. While my toes may be very happy this winter, it is a very limited audience.
I am laughing as I write this, but really. In my handmade, artistic, crunchy way, I have become quite the consumer!
By the way, the hat is coming along nicely...