I am suffering from debilitating disappointment. Two things slipped from my grasp today:
Oh. Frack. I love you so, so much, my patent blue destiny.
Fluevogs. Fluevogs on sale. I first saw them on about December 27, and fell in love. They were available in blue, wine and black. Obviously the blue is meant for me. But cooler heads prevailed, and I decided I couldn't really afford them - half price or no half price. But I kept coming back....they drew me, every day, just to look at them. I realised today that resistance was futile, and clicked "Buy Now". I had some trouble deciding on a size, and in the time it took me to stand on a ruler, find my credit card, and type in my brother's zip code (this style is only available to US addresses), the blue and the wine both sold out.
While still reeling from that blow, I got an email from a woman with whom I've been negotiating the purchase of my first spinning wheel. Things were going swimmingly until this evening, when she wrote to call the whole thing off.
I'm awfully depressed about these two events.
At the same time, I can't help but feel a little chagrined about how cast down I am because I didn't get to spend three hundred dollars on shoes and a spinning wheel. And this in a world where thousands starve to death every day. My friend Tabatha, who often has a voice of disconcerting and uncomfortable truth, would say "These are the problems of prosperity".
Now I'm sighing a heavy sigh, and thinking:
I should sign up to sponsor a World Vision child....or I could buy a sheep for a village somewhere, with that money....maybe just donate it....Hang on: would the black be just as nice as the blue?
Oh my GOSH what is the matter with me.