The sheep of the world are not allowed to become magically incapable of growing more wool over the next two months.
And if that isn't a way to start a blog post--what is?
Whilst chatting with M this evening, the subject arose of her expectation of a King's Cake in the mail. M is from New Orleans originally, so Mardi Gras is in her blood. This turned to a discussion of Easter in generally and Lent in specific.
Lent and I, we don't have a very good relationship. Generally you're supposed to give something up for Lent--and one pastor I had recommended taking something up as well, out with the bad habits, in with the good. Normally the giving up is associated with something of the food variety. I became a tea drinker the year I gave up chocolate (age 8), and at some point in my teen years it just kind of went by the wayside. The Incredibly-Patient-Mother will back me up when I say I wasn't particularly interested in much food to begin with, so giving up what I actually would eat was not a good idea.
Fortunately or unfortunately I still eat much the same way. Yes, I made Calico Beans and a giant Crockpot of beef stew this week but most of the time lunch is something frozen that I have around the apt and dinner involves lots of cereal. Chex and Cheerios are my favorites. But anyway--giving up food, probably not a good option.
So, as M and I talked, I came up with the idea that I should go on a brief yarn diet. I have lots of beautiful yarn in my home--why not give up buying yarn and knitting stuff (needles, etc) for two months? It will be more difficult than it sounds--I listen to knitting podcasts, hear about knitting sales, and feel the need to run up to the yarn store every now and then. And while it's a cheaper habit than most, I can spend a lot very quickly.
But still, I assume sheep will still be woolly at the end of March--when M and I will be hanging out around a conference she's attending. And if I've been good, I get to go to Loopy while she's at the conference center.