Since I was a little girl I wanted a spinning wheel with which to spin my own yarn. I finally got one a few years back. A beautiful Ashford Traditional with a walnut colored finish. Promptly, I signed up for beginning spinning classes with a friend at our local fiber guild and began my foray into making yarn. It was fun, very time consuming work. My single treadle wheel was lovely to behold, but it wasn't easy to use and I kept getting out of rhythm and breaking my yarn. This got me to dreaming of getting a more modern double treadle spinning wheel where both feet work making it easier to keep in time. I stalked Craig's List and my local fiber guild for a used version of the model I thought would be just perfect. Finally, one turned up at a price I could afford and I quickly snatched it up, brought it home and got to work. It was everything I had hoped it would be and yet spinning yarn was still time consuming work. Making a skein of yarn took days. One day to spin each ply (I would make 2 or 3), another day to ply the plies together, another to wind and wash the yarn, and days to wait for it to dry. Whew! A lot of time and effort. As lovely as my skeins of yarn were I sadly found I didn't really like knitting with them. True, I could spend more time at my new craft of spinning, (I had only been at it for three years) honing my skills to produce yarn I did like knitting, but I found it was not how I wanted to spend my free time. This realization made me feel really, really guilty having spent so much effort and money on this hobby and it also left me a bit confused. Why was this not working out as I had planned? I believe it is because my dream was so much more about an idea than the actual object of a spinning wheel.
These associations we have around objects I think are the problem. Like for instance, how I thought purchasing an ice cream making machine was going to make me happy and my family closer. It sounds truly odd as I write that sentence, but looking back that was really what I thought. I saw a vision of my family picking raspberries together in our backyard, bringing them in and gathering around the machine as it slowly churned our fresh ingredients into ice cream. But, this is not what happened. In reality no one wanted to help me, the neighbor boy ate most of our raspberries so I used frozen cherries instead and when I was finished nobody cared much for the end product. I was trying to force a family moment in an area only I was interested in. I didn't consult my husband or son before purchasing an ice cream machine. I jumped in because I associated making ice cream with hearth and home - probably due to reading too many homesteading blogs. Our time would have been better spent playing a card game, having a tickling battle or watching a movie together as they are things we all like to do. Also, none of those things need some specialty kitchen gadget that has only one purpose.
What I'm trying to say is that often we buy something we've always wanted only to be let down in the end. Our culture tells us in so many ways that buying stuff will make you happy, but the reality is only you can make you happy. What I've found is that I the more stuff I get rid of the clearer the vision of what I do want emerges. The "what I want" that has emerged for me is that I want a close family that spends their time together leading a simple slower paced life. Thus, I'm getting rid of all this extra stuff that I've always wanted and oddly, that purging is going to make me much happier than the stuff ever did.