I am in love with scarves. All sizes. All colors. It is a beautiful thing.
India has been great for me for this reason...the abundance of scarves for my purchasing pleasure. Now, I did move to India to learn to live with less in my life (less clothes, less material stuff) but my scarf addiction is getting out of hand. Really! Case in point...
My husband has been traveling a bit more than usual for his job and I have been home alone taking care of our large dog, Bella. So every day I take her for walks, swims in the pool, etc but in the afternoons after my yoga practice I start getting a "hankering" to do a little shopping. You see all my friends are traveling for the summer break over here too so there isn't really anyone around to hang out with these days. So I decided to call my old friend pashmina to see if she wanted to hang out a bit.
No, she isn't a person. She is a thing. A beautiful soft, lovely thing that wraps around you to keep you warm and comfortable. I was on the hunt for a beauty.
So, I headed to a few of my favorite scarf stores and before you know it I had purchased a few for myself and a few more for fun. I had also bought a bounty of clothes. How did this happen. The guilt was starting to build up in me! That's when I saw it. A beautiful pashmina hanging in a shop window. True pashmina, not some synthetic faker material. It had three block colors that gently blended one color into the next, royal purple, to deep blue, finishing into a dark red. The work was exquisite. I had to have her.
So, I asked the shop keeper the price and of course, gagged. Good grief. After some careful haggling I managed to get "my precious" at a reasonable price and headed home with my purchases, pashmina in tow.
Upon getting home, I laid out the loot and the guilt came back again. Why did I buy so much? I haven't done that in a very long time and certainly not while living in India. Was it out of boredom? My dog sat staring at my purchases too with her head cocked to one side like she was trying to figure out the mystery laid before her. I went back and re-read my entries on this blog and in my journal. I meditated on my goals while living here in India and, after much deliberating, decided to give my goodies away. Including my beautiful new tri- color scarf. So, some of my friends here and loved ones back home will get to enjoy the fruits of my shopping labor for I will keep none of today's goodness.
For I do love that new pashmina but really I have like 10 of them already. What's one more gonna do for me? Gotta draw the line sometime. And I guess it is good to share your love of beautiful things with those you love too....pashminas and all.
India has been great for me for this reason...the abundance of scarves for my purchasing pleasure. Now, I did move to India to learn to live with less in my life (less clothes, less material stuff) but my scarf addiction is getting out of hand. Really! Case in point...
My husband has been traveling a bit more than usual for his job and I have been home alone taking care of our large dog, Bella. So every day I take her for walks, swims in the pool, etc but in the afternoons after my yoga practice I start getting a "hankering" to do a little shopping. You see all my friends are traveling for the summer break over here too so there isn't really anyone around to hang out with these days. So I decided to call my old friend pashmina to see if she wanted to hang out a bit.
No, she isn't a person. She is a thing. A beautiful soft, lovely thing that wraps around you to keep you warm and comfortable. I was on the hunt for a beauty.
So, I headed to a few of my favorite scarf stores and before you know it I had purchased a few for myself and a few more for fun. I had also bought a bounty of clothes. How did this happen. The guilt was starting to build up in me! That's when I saw it. A beautiful pashmina hanging in a shop window. True pashmina, not some synthetic faker material. It had three block colors that gently blended one color into the next, royal purple, to deep blue, finishing into a dark red. The work was exquisite. I had to have her.
So, I asked the shop keeper the price and of course, gagged. Good grief. After some careful haggling I managed to get "my precious" at a reasonable price and headed home with my purchases, pashmina in tow.
Upon getting home, I laid out the loot and the guilt came back again. Why did I buy so much? I haven't done that in a very long time and certainly not while living in India. Was it out of boredom? My dog sat staring at my purchases too with her head cocked to one side like she was trying to figure out the mystery laid before her. I went back and re-read my entries on this blog and in my journal. I meditated on my goals while living here in India and, after much deliberating, decided to give my goodies away. Including my beautiful new tri- color scarf. So, some of my friends here and loved ones back home will get to enjoy the fruits of my shopping labor for I will keep none of today's goodness.
For I do love that new pashmina but really I have like 10 of them already. What's one more gonna do for me? Gotta draw the line sometime. And I guess it is good to share your love of beautiful things with those you love too....pashminas and all.
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