This me accepting who I am; a happy sheep rejoicing in the moment. That's right, I'm no longer cold sheeping. Who was I kidding? I tried, I really did, but it was so hard. Yarn, meaning wool, was in abundance and my mind, hands, and heart craved it. Everywhere I turned there was yummy wool to look at. I watched movies and television shows and found myself looking for sweaters and wondering what kind of wool it was. The weather turned arctic and I watched my fellow Texans struggle knowing that all they really needed was a nice wool sweater or pair of socks to warm them up. Even my mailman contributed by stuffing my box with catalogs from Knit Picks and Webs so that finally I was forced to accept the fact that I didn't have the resolve necessary to go cold sheep. I made it three months which was an eternity. What did I learn from my experience? I have a greater respect for those who say "I have enough yarn"...I don't understand them, but I respect their resolve. The greatest thing I learned was to accept myself for who I am; a knitter who loves her wool and yearns to acquire as many lovely luscious skeins as possible. I am a HAPPY KNITTER!