Added several books to the “donate someday when it is safe” pile, folded laundry. I don’t know what to do with the piles of things I need to donate because I don’t know if it is okay to go donate them. I don’t want to cause stress and pressure on the people forced to work in thrift stores and I don’t want to create any kind of demand that they be there more. But I do need somewhere to take these pots and pans and all these books.
A new photo album is on the way for all the loose photos from Grandmother’s stash, so I can put them in as I scan and then store them safely and compactly. I will probably need more pages than provided, but we will see what we get done. I will likely need another album or some alternate method of storing some of the older images, and there are several I would like to frame, but getting this ocean of Polaroid sized images of my grandmother my great-uncle and my great-grandparents squared away is a good start on the agenda.
I’m just trying to refine my living space experience a little, and, appearing in stark contrast to my work to preserve her albums, ensure that I don’t turn into my grandmother, or worse, my grandfather on my other side
My mom’s dad is like a low mid level hoarder who just purchases anything that says that it is on sale and so he has like three rototillers in his living room and literally an excess of 100 clocks (my family makes it a game to count them when we go over which has it been for ages because there’s nowhere to sit or stand or really do anything) and my grandmother is a very sentimental collector, and lately I have to look at all of my stuff and just be like “are we okay? am I justified in keeping these objects? Do we need to KonMari a little here?” I also, especially in the last several years, have been making an effort to be more conscious of what I bring in in the first place. That has slid a little during pandemic time, but it’s still saved me several times.
Did a big Purge of clothing in the last 6 months, and I’m sure I could stand to do another one soon.
Also gotten really good at throwing away Packaging. I have trouble after I buy a vintage doll that is still in the packaging because I feel bad for throwing away packaging that has survived that long. Or some boxes I just feel like I should keep them because they say limited edition or some shit on them. I didn’t really have this compulsion as a child, but I also wasn’t allowed to open a lot of my dolls that would have generated that kind of dilemma. Either way I got rid of two boxes this morning, and you also recently that I gave up on that mislabeled Sailor Mars in a Sailor Venus box and just did what I wanted with the doll.
Just got some new stands for dolls so I can put them in places where they belong instead of in weird anticipatory piles on my sewing desk. Whether places exist for them to belong is de-fucking-batable, but I’ve got plans for soon changing up what is on display, and how, anyway
I have a bunch of old paintings I would really like some people to take off my hands also. Almost all of my old Star Trek stuff is up for grabs but I’ll be re-evaluating the whole stash in the coming days to see if there’s stuff that I’m newly willing to part with.
Much of this is in the mind of, “what stuff in your space would you be willing to move house with? Do you like it enough to put forth the effort the box it up and move with it?” I asked myself that question just now and I think a few more books have fallen off the moving approved wagon as I glanced over the shelves. Combined with the sparking joy question it’s been very useful.
Anyway that’s a lot of sentences about me doing mundane boring life maintenance things so I will stop doing that and find something artsy to post later, thanks for coming to my blog post
If anyone has a job that will allow a tortured artist to move back to Portland hit me up
I feel like I need to reblog this again with the clarification/disclaimer that half the time when I’m posting on Tumblr I’m on my phone using the voice to text feature, and so what my phone spits out is not totally representative of how I think words work. I try to correct the worst offenses to clarify what it generates, but sometimes I’ve just got ten paragraphs in my heart Immediately and I can’t waste time going back to fix the last one.
I also specifically have trouble with *doll packaging*. I’m not here saving empty ice cream cartons or anything, worry not. I reread this later and thought of some of you who hadn’t seen me in a while thinking, “Oh, shit, Lady’s much worse than I thought.”
In other news, I got the album, but it’s smaller than anticipated. This is not really a problem as I do not lack things to put in it, but the listed measurements were misleading.
Also cleaned something away from myself again and am now trying to figure out what super special safe and obvious to my past self spot I placed the whole collection of my biological great-grandfather in.
