Well, I am flying. I am NOT going to check two bags. So this morning I am balancing my squirrel-like packing skills (of which I am rather proud) with the greed to bring more (and more) fabric. To my surprise, it was a great relief to put half of the cloth away… to name the feeling, ‘greed’, and put that away, too. Setting aside greed allowed love to come in.
You see, I had collected a bunch of needle-resistant cloth for the rag quilting workshop. Made sense…. it looks like sewing will be limited with this method. But an awful lot of the tough fabrics I own are a tad gross in feel. I find myself protesting, “NO! NO! I’m only bringing fabric I love”.
Selecting fabrics you love is not at all the same, of course, as fending off greed. Instead, it is governed by pleasure, aesthetic discernment, cultivated tastes, sensory delight… by all those irrational preferences for some colors over others, and in my case, by a slight mania for a good jumble of patterns. When you’ve gathered a pile of fabric you love, sometimes looking at the stack is enough!
Raise your hand if you know what I’m talking about.
I will save my greedy impulses for food. There’s gonna be some AMAZING food on this trip!