Am I the only person in the universe that looks forward to junk mail? Not just any junk mail of course, but any catalog or brochure that is related to wooly bits. I love to look at the patterns, colors of the yarn, the titles of new books. I lust after the floor weaving looms. (Even though the place I currently live couldn't hold one.) I drool over spinning wheels, drop spindles, niddy noddies, and skein winders. I consider how long it will take me to save for the one ounce of Qiviut, Buffalo, or Yak. Maybe it's the possibilities that I find so intriguing.
My love of junk mail and the possibilities has me wanting to order more catalogs. But I can justify this. I'm keeping my local mail carrier employed. Okay, sure, I'm killing a few more trees--unless of course the paper is being recycled. But those possibilities are so hard to ignore.
Has my problem become serious; is it impacting my family, career; do I need a twelve-step program or an intervention; do I care? No not really. Got to go, hubby just brought in the latest Knit Picks catalog....must check out the newest possibilities and plan the upcoming and future WIP.