Of course I have my list. Photos. I have a love/hate relationship with them because organizing all the old family photos overwhelms me. Dishes. I inherited many tea cups from my mother and grandmother. I use my favorite mug for tea. Then I thought of yarn. Do I love yarn sometimes?
I think I love yarn all the time (or I love almost all of my yarn all the time). The yarn I don't love at all leaves the house quickly or never makes it in the door at all. The rest of the yarn--I love.
As I pondered the why of my loving yarn, I realized that I love yarn because all I have to do is mess around with it a bit with my hands and a couple of sticks, and wa-lah! I have a hat
or a cowl or a sweater
or a bunny!
And these are all useful things. I love yarn because it is always, ultimately useful. I can give up the dishes, (some of) the books, the clothes. But let me keep my yarn. I love it always, not just sometimes.