When did this world become a confessional? Reality (?) TV makes it look normal! Blogs, Twitter, and especially Facebook give us all multiple opportunities each day to join the line at the confessional booth, maybe with a dim hope of feeling better after we expose our faults and fantasies to the world.
I have many faults and failings, so now it is my turn.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned...
Me: Sometimes, I buy clothes just so I can cut them up.
Priest: So you like to shred your clothes? Why would you do that?
Me: No, I buy the clothes because the fabric is so cool, I want to use it in a piece of artwork or a quilt. Or make pillows out of it. Or just have it. But I don't really want the clothes.
Priest: You don't want the clothes? So why do you buy them?
Me: To. Cut. Them. Up.
Him: Yes, You have established that. But they are clothes - you can't wear them if you cut them up.
Me: I know, and I feel really guilty when I do it, but I just can't stop. Like the other day- I ruined this beautiful dress so I could use the fabric to make a pot holder.
Him: A POTHOLDER?
Me: You know, the thing to protect your hands from hot pans?
Priest: (muttering) You have a problem...
Me: That's why I'm here... I have fewer and fewer clothes in my closet, and more and more scraps in my scrap bag. Yesterday I cut up a beautiful linen skirt to make this change purse...
Him: That fabric is faded. Did you wear it a lot?
Me: Yes, it was my favorite skirt for years, but it was wildly out of style, and -
Him: And you cut it up!
Me: I do have a problem, don't I? Hey, is that cassock cotton or rayon?
Him: Hmm... I have been wearing this black robe for years - why do you ask?
Me: I wonder... Let's cut it up.... I'll make you something!
Him: You don't need absolution, you need a 12 step program...
2 hours ago