Justin and I were talking today at lunch about clutter and about consciously trying not to buy lots of stupid things we don’t need.
“Um, speaking of mindless consumption,” I said, “I won another skull on eBay.”
“Oh, good! What’s this one like?”
“Well it’s supposedly a cross between a Jacob’s, like my weird four-horned one, and a regular sheep,” I said. “It only has two horns, but they’re sort of … doubled. Like, two horns on each side growing right next to each other. You can see sort of a seam running down the middle along the length of the horn. And at the very end, for the last couple inches, they split into two tips. It’s beautiful.”
“Awesome!” he said. “See, that’s a stupid thing to collect that’s actually awesome. Like, it’s useless, but it’s really cool. I wish the whole house were full of that kind of thing.”
“Unlike my yarn,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, don’t you think the yarn situation’s a little out of control?” I said.
He looked at me like I had said something stupid.
“No. That’s not it at all,” he said. “Your knitting is awesome. It’s not like in 50 years, you’ll have a houseful of yarn, like you would if you collected figurines or something stupid. You make things, and they’re really cool, and the yarn is your supplies. I think it’s really cool.”
Now this is the kind of person who deserves a custom-designed sweater.