Tonight our local knitting club got together and we held a swap. I'd cleaned out my closets of my guilt yarns: things I'd bought on sale, but didn't enjoy knitting, or leftovers of yarns I'd loved while knitting, but had no desire to come back to. Only a few people brought yarn and the group is quite large, so my yarns sold quite well and I only brought a few things back home with me.
Looking over my yarn closet now, I love everything I see (the things I just like, but don't love, are stored out of sight). I'm looking forward to the time when I can knit with these yarns. And the money I earned went straight into my yarn tin which has grown to a respectable sum while I wasn't watching. So I know that I can buy the yarn for just about anything I can dream up. Or have a mad spree if I want.
Plus, I received a sweet present in the mail.
This is my prize yarn from Maia and it's just a bright ray of sunshine in these grey days. So soft and cushy, I'm thinking it wants to be a hat or a baby sweater.
I feel very privileged tonight. Very, very fortunate. I'm not a religious woman, but I do pray sometimes, mostly to give thanks, and right now my soul is giving a big thanks. Not just for yarn, but also for a kind husband, healthy children, and a safe neighborhood. I'm privileged to hear birdsong in the morning, and to appreciate the bare trees against a cloudy windswept sky. I've been gifted with a strong spirit and friends helping me to overcome adversity.
Thank you world. It's good to be alive. I'll do my best to pay it forward.