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December 09, 2016
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The iceman cometh

Jack Frost has been busy with his icy paintbrush, decorating window panes throughout the Upper Delaware Valley.
TRR photos by Jonathan Fox

Undaunted, we’ve spent the past few days window shopping. With so many opportunities to buy and shop local, it doesn’t even occur to me to step outside the boundaries of the region and truth be told, the desire to spend time in a mall never strikes. With less than no desire to be featured on television’s “Hoarders: Buried Alive,” I’m still in divesting mode and want for very little, so looking (rather than spending), works quite well for me. At this stage in life, I’d rather make a few contributions where I can, and if I want to be surprised on Christmas Day, I’ll just open a box of assorted stuff I’ve been avoiding in the closet for the last few years. Not “needing” anything does not preclude the desire to see what’s out there, however, so I bundled up the pooch and headed out to the annual Holiday Market in Bethel ( over the weekend, which was bustling with activity. A roaring fire in the market shed provided ambiance galore and the scores of vendors were busy, which is always gratifying to see. Local delicacies were offered, along with fanciful, practical and downright decorative gifts as far as the eye could see. The frigid air was momentarily forgotten as I strolled the aisles admiring the talents of so many artists, jewelers and designers, so I was satiated without depleting my bank account.

Before heading home, I stopped to chat with entrepreneur/designer Daryl Kroken, whose re*Bear ( collection caught my eye. “The bears are made from 100% recycled wool, cashmere and alpaca sweaters,” Kroken told me, as I cuddled one from the shelf. He went on to explain that “all bears are constructed from at least four different sweaters” and that each is “handmade and unique.” Sighing, I put the little guy back on the shelf, but not before ascertaining that Daryl can make a custom bear with my own sweater collection, which reminded me that I had a few cast-offs that were not wearable, but difficult to part with for sentimental reasons. The notion that my own bear could be made with one of Mom’s sweaters, or my favorite cashmere that had succumbed to moths captured my imagination, and although I left empty-handed, the idea lingers. “Dharma would love this,” I reason, while checking my pockets for surplus funds. Uh oh.