Goodwill owns my SOUL!

On any given day, I have no business in thrift stores, specially if a sale is going on. Although I'm in the process of basement renovation, I don't "need" anything.

The view from here is cut three ways: one: Antiques and stuff are an investment *Snicker* Second: I'm boosting the economy $2.99 cents at a time, and lastely its recycling. I donate to Goodwill, I buy from goodwill, it all revolves around a big circular door.

Because of flood damage last fall, my basement is under renovation. I've spent some time organising the "stuff", and will soon be close to sealing the deal. Because basements were not used in the 1920's Arts and Crafts movement, I'm taking a creative license with decor and flooring. Ideally the current living room on the main level will be a formal sitting area for when I entertain (which has become more of common place). My television room will be in the basement.

The problem is: if the basement floods again, I don't want to have alot of $$ invested, or anything that has the potential to be "ruined" in water.

Solution: Psycho-Retro 1960's Mod Pad. I already picked up a 12 foot x 24 foot piece of GREEN astro-Turf for fiffty bucks at homo-depot. This, this is my flooring. Uber exciting!!

Erwic was a dear and gave me a HUGE box of GLASS NEGATIVES, which I just breifly looked through, and are FUCKING GORG. There is even one of a nurse, which gave me a hard-on. Well, figuritively speaking. I don't know if they are worth anything: [livejournal.com profile] honeywest may know... I'm taking Michael's window box class in July, and Its going to FUCKING ROCK.

Lastely, the DAWN-A-NATOR from Early Rise Yoga, has opened up her studio. ITS FUN, Its FABULOUSE, and its DOWN RIGHT CHEAP!!! I'm very excited to have dawn as my teacher!!!
I have to admit, I binge and purge.

With so many aspects and avenues of life, I tend to eat things up, and then throw them up later. In thier own respectable place, in thier own special box.

Like Livejournal: Hurling my thoughts on the page. Getting it out of my head.

Like paying bills: puking up that money, to become one step closer to debt-free

Like the gym: spoo'ing my stress on the tredmill, on the weights, on the silence.

Like cleaning. Vomitious.

I tend to collect things in my travels. Books, clothes, furniture, STUFF. And slowly I'm getting rid of objects. I find it to not only be therapeutic, but a means to an end. When I cleaned out my apartment, prior to moving into the house, I had OVER 47 pairs of jeans. Most were from High School or earlier, and 1/2 of them never fit. When I was really ready, I got rid of alot of Kara's belongings and "stuff" I kept onto. It was just time.

When I binge and purge, I make 3 piles. The goodwill pile, the keep me for a rummage sale/I can't get rid of you quite yet pile, and the final-the art room pile. Objects in the art room pile are filtered and taking care of in a multi-tude of ways.

The trick is quite easily, keep it or toss it. The toss pile being the largest. I also tend to move things around alot-untill I find the perfect place for it......untill I get sick of it, and it has to move on.

But that's just me.

In case your wondering, I'm plugging away at my "honey to do list", and am in Scary Basement Land! WHOOT WHOOT!.

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