I wish it weren't so, but I get a great deal of pleasure out of material things. I'm trying to become more Ghandi-ish and gaining happiness from spiritual wellness and what-not, but for the time being, things of this world put a twinkle in my eye. I like things that sparkle; I like pants that make my rear look smaller than it is; I like "flourish" for my apartment; I like old quilts; and I LOVE cashmere.
Cashmere is a luxury goat fiber from animals raised in the mountains of India, Iraq and China. Cashmere, quite simply, is the world's most fabulous clothing material. I have a particular affinity for the cashmere sweater.
Yesterday I ran across a cashmere sweater that called my name and insisted upon my touching it. And then it required a trying on. And then, of course, it had to be purchased. (If you give a mouse a cookie...) I was standing in line to pay for it when it's coral-colored sister cried and cried about being left behind, so I ended up with a pair of silk/cashmere blend sweaters that are as happy in my life as I am to have them in mine. They were on sale, so I don't feel too badly.
As I was paying for these sweaters, though, I began to wonder why the price of cashmere hasn't increased with the price of gasoline. After all, the price of gas goes up because we are at war with Iraq, so one could only assume that the war would surely also affect the price of Iraqi goat wool. I think the American consumer is getting the raw end of the deal one way or the other... either we are paying too much for gasoline when we don't really need to or we have been paying too much for cashmere all along. I fear that the latter is the truth, but for my sanity's sake I'm going to continue to think that the price of cashmere has been driven sky high along with the price of gasoline and I just got a really good deal.
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you know much about wool
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