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Nov. 17th, 2010 03:29 amCan't sleep, waiting for solpadeine to kick in seeing as I've run out of shiny shiny prescription onlies. This gets any worse and I'm considering just turning up in A+E and sod the referral process.
Nov. 17th, 2010
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Nov. 17th, 2010 11:52 amI have a problem and it's name is Stuff. Like my mother (oh God) I'm loathe to discard anything that might be useful. I'm not quite at her stage of hoarding old, possibly broken, probably chipped, mismatched crockery in the attic "in case there's a war" (clearly the solution to war is a cup of tea anna bikkit) but I can see the warning signs.
I know that if I found a new home for my ancient dressmakers dummy that has one wheel broken that I could move the demijohns onto that space - which I know will hold 5 x 1 gallonish bottles - and thus solve two problems at once: keeping the yeasties at a fairly constant temperature and also get them out of my parent's en-suite kitchen (their bedroom used to be the granny flat sitting room so they get an en-suite kitchen instead of the usual bathroom.) But but but! The dummy was my great-aunt Kitty's! She taught me to sew and always complimented me on my tiny neat stitches and cooed over my hemming! But but but says the other part of brain, you haven't used it in the many years since she died, not least cos it doesn't go up to fat bastard size.
I know that the chances of me ever wearing the gorgeous full length hooded green silk lined black wool cape I got made for my 21st are far slimmer than I'll ever be, but I can't get rid of it. It _does_ go swish quite magnificently in the wind, after all. I know that at least four of the nine drawers of clothes are stuffed with clothes that don't fit. But they're pretty and might be useful to take apart and convert into other clothes if I ever get my sewing groove back again. I know that Buzz and Woody (not euphemisms) are just gathering dust on top of the wardrobe, but dammit, they were presents from people I love! There are canvasses I'll probably never paint on using paints I've been storing for years, opera glasses that don't fit my eyes, hair accessories I'll never wear (this one's down to laziness, I admit) but I just need to get the hell over all this nonsense and start clearing things out because I have no floor space for anything and the dog has decided to start sleeping with me in Martha's absence and single beds are really, really only made for one.
I'd like to say that putting this down here will be a kick start to getting rid of some of the Stuff, but deep down I know myself better than that.
I know that if I found a new home for my ancient dressmakers dummy that has one wheel broken that I could move the demijohns onto that space - which I know will hold 5 x 1 gallonish bottles - and thus solve two problems at once: keeping the yeasties at a fairly constant temperature and also get them out of my parent's en-suite kitchen (their bedroom used to be the granny flat sitting room so they get an en-suite kitchen instead of the usual bathroom.) But but but! The dummy was my great-aunt Kitty's! She taught me to sew and always complimented me on my tiny neat stitches and cooed over my hemming! But but but says the other part of brain, you haven't used it in the many years since she died, not least cos it doesn't go up to fat bastard size.
I know that the chances of me ever wearing the gorgeous full length hooded green silk lined black wool cape I got made for my 21st are far slimmer than I'll ever be, but I can't get rid of it. It _does_ go swish quite magnificently in the wind, after all. I know that at least four of the nine drawers of clothes are stuffed with clothes that don't fit. But they're pretty and might be useful to take apart and convert into other clothes if I ever get my sewing groove back again. I know that Buzz and Woody (not euphemisms) are just gathering dust on top of the wardrobe, but dammit, they were presents from people I love! There are canvasses I'll probably never paint on using paints I've been storing for years, opera glasses that don't fit my eyes, hair accessories I'll never wear (this one's down to laziness, I admit) but I just need to get the hell over all this nonsense and start clearing things out because I have no floor space for anything and the dog has decided to start sleeping with me in Martha's absence and single beds are really, really only made for one.
I'd like to say that putting this down here will be a kick start to getting rid of some of the Stuff, but deep down I know myself better than that.