A friend suggested that crafting entails two different hobbies. One is buying supplies. Another is using them. It was funny in an ouchy kind of way. 

 

Quilters make jokes about the extent of their stash of fabric. I can console myself that I do finish quilts at a fast clip, but if I am honest I also enjoy the buying part. I hold it as a reward for selling a log cabin, to then order a beautiful packet of colorful squares. 

 

Sometimes ads for Trader Joe's come up on my phone. It is not a secret that I shop there. But I notice the urge to jump in the car and fill up a basket, when there is an ample supply of ingredients already in my refrigerator and pantry. It is possible that some in the very back are growing stale. 

 

Perhaps this is part of the human condition. Many of us collect things. But at what point does it detract from actually using them? 

 

When I was in high school I kept a journal of quotes. They were about kindness and spirituality. Maybe it would be a good idea to chronicle the times I manage to incorporate those lofty ideas into personal interaction. Not as a pat myself on the back exercise, but to insure that those true notions don't become stale from disuse.