March 1. 2015
Just tossed a big bag of Vogue Knitting magazines from the 1980s! I’ve knitted since then, but I never got so good at it that I could follow anything past “Beginner” patterns. And the magazines only had one “Beginner” per issue. I loved looking at the intricate patterns and the beautiful yarns, the stories of remote places to buy supplies – all that. But the idea that I could suddenly become knitter enough to manage any of those patterns is humorous at best.
My music library is coming apart now too. I finally, after almost five years, have started in on pulling out all the duplicates and Xeroxes to leave just the real sheet music. Once that’s done, I’m going to see who could use all the beautiful songs I just don’t sing anymore. German lied, French chansons, Italian songs – such fabulous stuff, but I’m done. Maybe we can call it “retired?”
I don’t want to face finality if I give something away or throw something away. I want to see it, remember it, acknowledge it, and then let it go. It’s out of my house but not out of my life. This music library was something that held me together for a very long time. So I’m keeping my reviews. They’re pretty interesting reading after all these years.