Patagonia (the clothing manufacturer) has a way of getting to me. I'm a classic catalog target for them. They load the thing with amazing pictures and personal accounts and stories that get my blood pumping every time - whether it's about climbing Fitz Roy, fly fishing in Alaska or surfing a break off Baja. And, of course, amidst all this is some of the finest technical wear money can buy. I've been very happy with their wares, but know that I could get by with less. But I continue to pay Pata-Gucci prices to support a company that embraces my own environmental and quality values (despite their recent run to China for manufacturing - I'll let Kevin expound on that issue).
I'm learning, though, that the novelty of a new item wears off quickly. I don't need much in terms of gear or clothing anymore (with the exception of a good fleece mid-layer...).
In fact, I'm selling more than I'm buying right now. But not my gear - my daughter's. She's outgrown the baby jogger, back pack carrier and Strider bike. Renee has taken multiple loads of used clothing to the consignment store as well. Our baby is growing up fast.
So I seem to be edgy on two fronts - I'm anxious for future trips and climbing - and this ski season - but I'm also shocked at how fast time passes and want to hold on to my little girl for as long as I can.
Two good arguments for living in the present.
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