This is more like me

I notice Barbara on the yarn blog has been talking about this issue a bit lately again.

I have always wished I was one of the ignorant masses who didn't think or worry about hard things. The kind that think they've 'made it' if they've got a SS Commodore and an outdoor spa. If I didn't think I'd be so much happier.

That's what those SSRI anti-depressants do to me. They make me fat dumb and happy. I still know the world is full of suffering and we're all full of it but I don't care. And that is exactly why I don't take them any more.


May I draw your attention to this internet seller of mongolian cashmere.

And this one.

There are more I'm sure.

Don't you think that somewhere, someone is paying for our bargain? And don't you think that that person might be very poor and very desperate and possibly very hungry?

I do.



* You may wonder why if I care so much I started a blog about getting knitpicks to deliver to Australia. That's a long story, but basically I wanted to point out to them that their 'excuse' for refusing to deliver overseas is bullshit and we know it. It was kind of an academic exercise.