Dear Daughters: Cravings 2012

Dear Daughters,

I have had a craving , obsession desire of sorts for months now.

It is really twofold.

I am obsessed with learning to make crocheted dish cloths,

and I want to learn to knit.

I have my supplies.

In fact, I have lots of supplies,

that I apparently

CRAVED.

The plastic container of knitting needles, you may remember,

is a flea market find.


I wrote about them and their

imagined owner here.


So here’s the deal.

This may

just be a matter of semantics ,

but bear with me.


Together let’s  look for what we

long to do,

yearn to do-

rather than what we crave.


In fact, I’ll start.


”I long to learn to knit and make crocheted dish cloths.”


Better, right?

Craving is a funky little word that creates an

off the hook amnesty none of us can afford to

maintain.


Whatever its seemingly harmless origin,

(Christmas fudge and tamales, shopping and searching)

a booby prize waits at the end.


I think as my dear friend Janetta used to say,

we have to substitute something for whatever

cravings

have us girded up (as Papa would say).



Today I am going to learn to make crocheted

dish cloths, that I have longed to make for months now. 


I hope you find your longing too.


Love, Mom