I just can't help myself

Yesterday at the Yarn Lounge, I had a conversation with similarly-minded paper lovers. We all admitted that we buy lovely paper - wrapping paper, stationery, notepads and such - then cannot part with it. I have stationery and postcards that I've bought on vacation - one of a kind - and I cannot bear to send any of them. If I buy a whole box, I may send a few notes, but hoard the rest when the supply gets low. My husband regularly stumbles across cards from vacations years ago and asks me if I'm going to send the cards. Well of course not! What a silly thought! I only have one of each design - I must keep them all.

Norway, 2002

One knitter had an interesting perspective - give away so you can receive more. She put it more eloquently, but that's as poetic as I can remember. An intriguing concept, and I certainly like the idea of getting more, but - gasp - I'm not sure I'm ready to part with my lovely papers.

Fort Concho, 2007

I know it is wrong on many levels - I'm selfish, I'm obsessed with material things, I'm unwilling to share beautiful things with other folks even if a special card may brighten their day (isn't is really just the spirit of the note that brightens one's day - even if it is on some mass produced stationery?). My rationalization is weak, but my power to release is even weaker.

Malta, 2004

Maybe you'll get a note from me. Maybe.