Friday, January 29, 2010
Too Much Calm
Far from being calm, apparently I lost it. Well you would too if you were a raging anglophile in a world full of moose heads and maple syrup! These lovelies were found in a Chapters bookstore last weekend and I couldn't resist. Reeling with the guilt of loading up my arms with paraphernalia, none of which I needed but desperately wanted, I can barely think without shame, of why I bought a journal when I can type my thoughts on this blog. Perhaps I can console myself by using it to track the number of teabags used in any given day, information which will be highly useful if found in a time capsule 100 years from now I'm sure. This is greed at its height. Actually, the gift bag is for housing my latest knitting project and therefore, most useful. The Keep Calm and Carry On slogan is just the thing required when you've ripped out one hours work because you've taken your eye off of the ball....literally. I do have some pride left in knowing that the first-aid kit (damn, the tin would have made a terrific time capsule!) and bandage box remained on the shelf. Hoarding is not at all a feminine virtue, and desperate to hold on to some sort of decorum, I thought it best to leave something for the other customers. After confession, people are supposed to feel better and I do. Please feel free to share the last time you felt guilty about buying too much of a good thing.