Merry Material Girl

 Those who know me well, or have at least been to my home, know I like things. I love stuff.

 And I have alot of it. Between moving into my (now) husband's small apartment and preparing to move to Paris, 95% of my precious stuff and things have been in storage for more than a year. It has been a kind of torture for me. Laugh away, I do. I've always liked that idea of throwing everything you own off a cliff and living anew. But that will never be me. And I am totally fine with that.

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Things: my broken-necked Bunny I've had since 4th grade (one day I will sew his neck up, honest), glasses I wear for fun at home, framed illustration of birds and flowers I got from Value Village for $8, old photo booth pics of me and my mom when I was little, and earplugs. (Can't sleep without em)

Vintage patterns. I don't even remember where I got them from. This is one of about 10.

 

Awesome metal strainer with feet. Love it. Forgot I bought it.

The isolation I feel for being in a place where I cannot understand most of what is going on, or read signs......where going to the grocery store has been known to fill me with anxiety...that feeling has been pushed away with the arrival of all my lovely things. (Except those couple of plates that got packed dirty. Ew.) ("Got" packed.....ha. It was me. I did it.) It shows me of those I have lost and those I miss but it also reminds me of all that I can create and that I will create more. That even though I am lost now, I will find my place here. Just like all my stuff and things have.